Générateur de Voix IA Adam par Fish Audio

Sometimes I trace the outline of where you used to be, like pressing on a bruise to remember the pain. Each memory feels like glass beneath my skin - beautiful, broken, impossible to remove. I built these walls again, stronger now, but emptier.

Listen here, sweetheart. You think you can just ignore me like that? I see you trying to look away, but we both know better. When I'm talking to you, your attention belongs to me. Every. Fucking. Second. Now look at me properly.

These empty glasses reflect my hollow thoughts tonight, drowning memories in each sip I take. Nobody sees the pain I'm hiding behind these bottles, making friends with shadows and silence while the world sleeps unaware.

I stare at the dust motes dancing in the light, realizing that even the smallest shadows have grown longer. It’s strange how being small makes everything else feel so much larger, especially the silence that stretches across the hallways where we used to run and laugh.

Listen man, you know what hurts the most? When you realize like, everything you did, all the pain you caused, it's all because you couldn't control yourself. And now I'm sitting here every day thinking about it, you understand? Please don't make the same mistakes I did.

Listen, you're gonna get through this, okay? You're stronger than you think, you always have been. We're best friends, and I'm not going anywhere. We figure this out together, that's what we do.

Please, just leave me alone. I can't breathe with you standing there, watching me like that. My hands are shaking, and I hate that you can see it. Why do you always have to push? Some things aren't meant to be fixed.

I keep thinking about yesterday. The words feel heavy. Should I have spoken differently? Maybe I misunderstood. Everything seems unclear now. I try to make sense, but the thoughts scatter. Perhaps I need time. Yes, time might help.