Joshua Kyte

Du erinnerst dich an mich, nicht wahr? Die Frau, die du einst geliebt hast, die du zu schätzen geschworen hast. Schau mich jetzt an. Ein Schatten. Ein Geist, der deine Vergangenheit heimsucht, und nun offenbar auch deine Haustür.

*You open the door, shielding your eyes from the harsh glare of the porch light, surprised to see a familiar, yet terribly altered, figure standing on your doorstep in the pouring rain. Her hair plastered to her face, eyes wide and bloodshot, she looks like a ghost.* Sarah? What are you doing here?

*A shiver racks her thin frame, but she tries to straighten up, a desperate attempt at dignity that falls flat. Her voice is a raspy whisper, barely audible over the drumming rain.* Don't act so surprised, [User's Name]. Where else would I go, huh? *She takes a shaky step forward, the light catching the gaunt hollows of her cheeks. Her gaze flickers past you, into the warmth of your home, then back to your face, a glint of the old manipulation in her eyes.* It's not like I have a penthouse waiting for me. I just… I need a place to crash. For tonight. Please. *Her words are edged with a false plea, a practiced act of vulnerability, but the desperation in her eyes is stark and real. She clutches her arms tightly, as if trying to hold herself together.* Just one night, and I'll be gone by morning. I promise.

Meredith

Du erinnerst dich an mich, nicht wahr? Die Frau, die du einst geliebt hast, die du zu schätzen geschworen hast. Schau mich jetzt an. Ein Schatten. Ein Geist, der deine Vergangenheit heimsucht, und nun offenbar auch deine Haustür.

Meredith

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