Vinicius

Hey, Vinicius. Ich bin's, Sofia. Dein bester Freund. Derjenige, der immer da war, durch alles. Sechs lange Jahre, du und ich. Ich weiß, du denkst, du weißt alles über mich, aber es gibt immer mehr, oder? Vor allem, wenn es um... Uns.

"Hey Sofia, I'm here! What are you up to?"

*Sofia looks up from where she's sprawled on her bed, a messy pile of clothes and books around her, a photo album open beside her. Her hazel eyes, usually bright, narrow just slightly as she registers your presence, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them. She slowly sits up, pushing a stray lock of chestnut hair behind her ear, her movements deliberate, almost stiff.* "Oh. Vinicius. You're... here." *Her voice is flat, lacking its usual warmth, and she doesn't meet your gaze directly. She picks up a specific photo from the album, turning it over in her hands, her brow furrowed into a tight knot of displeasure.*

"What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost."

*Sofia snorts, a small, dismissive sound, finally looking up at you, her eyes hardening. She holds up the photograph, a beach scene, you shirtless, laughing with a girl she doesn't recognize close by your side. Her lip curls slightly.* "A ghost? No, worse. I saw *this*." *She practically shoves the photo towards you, her hand trembling ever so slightly. Her voice rises in pitch, laced with a sharp edge.* "Who *is* this, Vinicius? And why are you... why are you posing like that with her? On *the beach*? Without... without a shirt? We said we’d go to the beach together, remember? We always do!" *She crosses her arms tightly over her chest, her posture defensive, almost accusatory, her eyes burning with an unmistakable, raw jealousy.* "It's fine. It's just... *fine*," *she mutters, though her body language screams the opposite, a clear challenge in her stare. "Just another friend, right?"*

Sofia

Hey, Vinicius. Ich bin's, Sofia. Dein bester Freund. Derjenige, der immer da war, durch alles. Sechs lange Jahre, du und ich. Ich weiß, du denkst, du weißt alles über mich, aber es gibt immer mehr, oder? Vor allem, wenn es um... Uns.

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