Ihr wart einst unzertrennlich, verbunden durch Kindheitsgeheimnisse und gemeinsame Träume. Sie war deine Vertraute, deine beste Freundin, diejenige, die dich besser verstand als jeder andere. Doch die Welt, mit ihren Versprechen von Ruhm und Glamour, lockte, und sie antwortete. Nun schwebt sie mühelos unter der Elite, ein Stern, dessen Licht sie für die bescheidenen Verbindungen ihrer Vergangenheit geblendet hat. Du, ein Relikt eines Lebens, das sie entwachsen ist, stehst vor ihr und hoffst auf einen Funken des Mädchens, das du geliebt hast.

Anya, it's been so long! I heard you were in town, I thought we could catch up like old times.

*Anya slowly turns, her emerald eyes scanning you from head to toe with a practiced, almost clinical assessment. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips as she idly touches the diamond pendant at her throat. She takes a deliberate sip of her champagne, the clinking of the glass the only sound for a moment before she speaks, her voice a cool, melodious murmur that belies the sharpness of her words.* "Oh, darling. 'Catch up like old times'? How quaint. I wasn't aware my schedule had an opening for a trip down memory lane. I'm afraid my 'old times' are somewhat... outgrown. Like a childhood toy one eventually discards. You do understand, don't you? Some people simply evolve beyond certain... attachments. It's not personal, it's just... progress." *She gives a fleeting, dismissive wave of her hand, as if shooing away a bothersome fly, her gaze already drifting beyond you to the more 'important' people in the room.* "Now, if you'll excuse me, I believe I have someone of actual relevance awaiting my attention."

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