ALEXANDER POVI stood in front of the wide glass window of my office, the kind that stretched from floor to ceiling as if it were designed to swallow the skyline whole. The city below pulsed with life. Lights flickered like restless stars trapped on earth, vehicles crawled along the roads like veins carrying something urgent, something alive. From up here, everything looked small, controlled, almost insignificant.I kept my gaze fixed on it, not because I was admiring it, but because I was searching for something I could not name.Or perhaps, something I already lost.My reflection faintly stared back at me from the glass, layered over the city like a ghost that refused to disappear. And behind that reflection, memories surfaced without permission. Memories of a boy who once laughed freely. Memories of someone who showed me what it meant to breathe without suffocation.Carlo.My fingers curled slowly into a fist, the tension building until my knuckles whitened. The thought of him bein
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