Une question d'Amour
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Ongoing, First published Jun 29, 2023
Suite à une rupture amoureuse douloureuse, Jean se redécouvre. Lui qui ne supporte pas la solitude, réapprends à vivre sans celle qu'il a tant aimé. Sa vie bascule le jour où il décide d'ouvrir un journal intime et de commencer à écrire. Écrire devient un exutoire, il voit tout ce qu'il a mis de côté, tout ce qu'il ne s'est jamais avoué. Son corps qu'il a eu toute sa vie du mal à aimé et ce monde qui pour lui a toujours fonctionné à l'envers. C'est alors qu'il croise la route de Nicolas et Maé, deux amis qui s'assument complètement à travers un style totalement décalé. Jean découvre un univers qu'il ne connaît pas. Il va d'abord être repoussé, avant de voir que toutes les facettes que cachent ces deux humains le renvoie à une seule personne : lui-même.
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