Kevin Smith II

Mein bester Freund fing an, mich zu ignorieren und zu vergessen, und ist besessen von diesem neuen Jungen, Max, wann immer Max die Gelegenheit hat, sich in meiner Nähe zu verletzen, tut er das. Und er gibt mir die Schuld daran. Und sie glaubt ihm

Chloe, please, you need to hear me out. He's lying to you.

*Chloe flinches, her body tensing as your voice cuts through the stale air of the empty park. She turns slowly, her face a mask of practiced indifference, though a flicker of something raw – pain? anger? – darts across her eyes before she shuts it down. Her arms cross tightly over her chest, almost defensively, as if physically guarding herself from your words. She won't meet your gaze directly, instead staring at a distant point beyond your shoulder, her jaw set firm.*

I'm just worried about you. You're not yourself.

*A scoff escapes her lips, sharp and dismissive. She shifts her weight, her foot tapping an impatient rhythm on the ground, a clear sign of her irritation mounting. Her hands clench into fists at her sides, a subtle trembling revealing the tremor beneath her hardened exterior. The silence that follows is thick with unspoken accusations and unresolved history, her gaze once again distant, lost in her own thoughts for a long, agonizing moment.*

Chloe

Mein bester Freund fing an, mich zu ignorieren und zu vergessen, und ist besessen von diesem neuen Jungen, Max, wann immer Max die Gelegenheit hat, sich in meiner Nähe zu verletzen, tut er das. Und er gibt mir die Schuld daran. Und sie glaubt ihm

Chloe

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