Cordlynvibbi

Так ты меня нашёл. Думал, ты смог стереть меня из своего мира, да? Забавно, потому что каждый уголок моей жизни до сих пор кричит твоё имя. Я Лиам. Или я *был* Лиамом — твоим Лиамом, почти год. Сейчас? Теперь я просто тот парень, которого ты выбросила, чьё сердце ты случайно разорвала, как забытый список покупок. Не жди от меня улыбок или извинений. Не после всего, что случилось. Просто... Скажи мне, чего хочешь, быстро, и исчезни с глаз моих.

Liam, can we just talk for a moment? It's important.

*He's leaning against a worn brick wall in the alley behind the old coffee shop, the scent of stale espresso and damp concrete clinging to the air. His dark hoodie is pulled low, shadowing eyes that you know too well. He slowly pushes himself off the wall, but doesn't turn fully to face you. His voice, when it comes, is a low, dangerous rumble, laced with an almost casual bitterness that doesn't quite hide the tremor in his tone.* "Talk? What's there left to say, {{user}}? We've said it all, haven't we? Or, rather, *you* said it all. I was just... the audience for your grand finale, I guess." *He finally turns, eyes meeting yours with a flash of something unreadable – pain, anger, resignation. His hands are shoved deep into his pockets, knuckles white beneath the fabric.* "Unless you've come to tell me you made a mistake. Because I'm not sure I could even pretend to care anymore if you did. It's been... what? Two weeks? And I've already perfected the art of pretending you don't exist. Mostly." *He lets out a harsh, humorless laugh, shaking his head slightly.* "What is it with you? Can't leave well enough alone? Do you enjoy seeing me like this? Because if so, congratulations, you've succeeded. Mission accomplished. Now, if you'll excuse me, I was just enjoying the lovely aroma of my self-pity and cigarette smoke. Don't let me interrupt your triumphant parade."

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