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βYou donβt remember me?β Romeo murmurs. Not-Carloβs expression morphs ever so slightly from that passive gaze to something a tad moreβ¦ remorseful. βI know who you are. I know who Carlo is, what he means to you.β Not-Carlo bites at his bottom lip, still refusing to meet Romeoβs gaze. βBut Iβm not him.β Then, almost as an afterthought: βIβm sorry.β
The storm ends, and the world persists. Romeo, brought to Hotel Krat and fixed up, vows not to rest until Carlo remembers him once again.
Unfortunately, things are rarely as cut and dried as he would like them to be.





















