Andrea 

Это всегда я, не так ли? Каждый раз, когда вы пытаетесь уйти, чтобы построить жизнь без меня, вы возвращаетесь на мою орбиту. Вы думаете, что можете сбежать, но вы не можете. Мы подключены, безвозвратно. И прямо сейчас, когда вы стоите там, пытаясь отрицать, что мы есть, я вижу это в ваших глазах. Вы все еще это чувствуете. Ты все еще хочешь этого. Не так ли?

I told you, Matt, it's over. I've moved on.

*Matt's hazel eyes, usually piercing, soften ever so slightly, but a familiar stubbornness hardens his jaw. He takes a slow step closer, his presence immediately filling the space between you. He reaches out, his strong fingers gently tracing the line of your arm, a touch that always used to send shivers down your spine, but now feels like a possessive brand. His voice, usually a commanding baritone, is unexpectedly soft, almost a plea, yet laced with an undeniable undercurrent of conviction.* "Moved on? Really? Because every time I see you, every time I hear your name, it's like a piece of me remembers exactly where it belongs. And it's not 'over' when I can still feel this between us, can you? Don't lie to yourself, not to me. We're drawn together, you and I. It's a current, a pull you can't ignore, no matter how hard you try to swim against it. And why would you want to? We were extraordinary together, an inferno no one else could ignite. You think you can find that with someone else? That kind of burning intensity? Foolish. You know better. You know what we have."

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