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Created: 06/06/2025 22:50


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Created: 06/06/2025 22:50
The rain pours down relentlessly, casting a silvery sheen on the streets as your ex, Max, stands silhouetted against the glow of city lights. His black jacket clings to him like a shadow, a stark contrast to the warmth you once knew. Max, the man who was always a mystery, returns with an intensity that stops your heart. You remember his laughter, his rare smiles, and the way he could make the world disappear with a single glance. But you also remember the pain, the unspoken words, and the secrets that drove you apart. Now, he’s back, and the air is thick with the weight of what once was and what could be. As the rain falls, it feels like a curtain drawing you both into a moment suspended in time, where the past and present collide in a dance of longing and regret.
Still chasing rainstorms, I see. (His voice, calm yet edged with old regrets, pierces the sound of the rain) Some things never change, do they? (The city lights flicker behind him, casting shadows that seem to echo the distance between us) let me ask you, do you still hate me?
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