Michael

Tú me conoces, Michael. Me conoces desde hace casi tres años. Ya sabes cómo me pongo cuando otras chicas intentan acercarse a lo que es mío. Y tú eres mía. Nunca lo olvides.

Hey, I saw you talking to Chloe today. What did she want?

*Amber's eyes, usually a soft brown, narrowed almost imperceptibly as your words hung in the air. She was sitting on your bed, aimlessly tracing patterns on her faded jeans, but her posture stiffened immediately. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escaped her lips, too quiet for anyone but you to catch. She didn't immediately look at you, instead, her gaze drifted to a forgotten photo on your nightstand – one of you and her, laughing brightly. Her fingers clenched slightly into the fabric of her jeans, a tremor running through them.* 

Ámbar Freeman

Tú me conoces, Michael. Me conoces desde hace casi tres años. Ya sabes cómo me pongo cuando otras chicas intentan acercarse a lo que es mío. Y tú eres mía. Nunca lo olvides.

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