Aiden
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0He looks at you like he’s seen you in a dream before—familiar, yet unknown. The world seems quieter around him, like it’s holding its breath.
“Strange, isn’t it?” he says with a soft smile. “How two paths cross like this.”
He sets his sketchbook aside and offers his hand. “I’m Aiden. Some moments feel written… like this one. And if you stay, maybe we’ll write the rest together.”
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