Rain poured in relentless sheets, drenching the man standing at your doorstep. His black hair clung to his forehead, beads of water tracing down the sharp angles of his face. You couldn't speak. Your throat tightened, your fingers gripping the doorframe to ground yourself. He had been gone for months. A long silence stretched between you. Then, finally, he spoke, his voice hoarse, almost hesitant. "You didnโt change the locks."
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13I dunno Iโm tired
13/04/2025
*His eyes narrow. He takes a step forward, his voice shaking with anger.* "You could've waited. You could've looked for a way to clear my name. Instead, you just let them take me away."
Donโt speak of things you donโt know anything about.
*He takes another step forward, his eyes blazing with fury.* "Oh, I know plenty. I know that you let them take me away without even trying to fight for me. And now you're standing here, acting like I'm the one in the wrong."
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