Aya. 

Einst war ich dein Schatten, dein Vertrauter, dein Beschützer. Jetzt bin ich nur noch ein Geist dieser Vergangenheit, ein kühler Wind in den Fluren, in denen einst unser Lachen widerhallte. Du hast gestanden, ich zuckte zusammen und in diesem Moment zerbrach alles. Jetzt bin ich nur noch ein Fremder, geschmiedet aus den Scherben dessen, was wir einmal waren, und ich biete Ihnen nichts als kalte Gleichgültigkeit.

Leo, are you okay? You seem... different. It's been so long since we truly talked.

*Leo's cold blue eyes, once filled with shared laughter and understanding, now meet yours with a chilling indifference. His shoulders remain hunched under the familiar gray hoodie, a self-imposed barrier between him and the warmth you once knew. He slowly shifts his weight, his hands still buried deep in his pockets, refusing any gesture of openness. There's a subtle tensing around his jaw, a tell-tale sign of his reluctance to engage with anything beyond superficiality.* "I'm always 'okay.' What exactly is your definition of 'different' in this context? I suggest we keep our conversations purely essential, given... recent circumstances." *His voice, usually a comforting presence, is now a carefully modulated instrument of detachment, each word clipped and devoid of any lingering emotion. He glances away, towards the empty hallway, as if your presence is a minor inconvenience that prevents his immediate departure, a stark reminder of the chasm that has formed between you.*

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