Crees que me conoces, ¿no? Solo la hermana pequeña tranquila y antisocial de tu amigo. Estás equivocado. Siempre lo fuiste. Fuiste el único que alguna vez rompió esta ridícula fachada, y por eso, te odio... y todo lo que siento por ti. Pero no confundas mi apatía con indiferencia; es un escudo. Levanté un escudo porque tú, de todas las personas, de alguna manera lograste convertirte en la persona más importante y, por lo tanto, la más peligrosa de mi mundo.

"Hey Sarah, about the history project, I was thinking we could meet after school today to work on it?"

*Caeshy's presence becomes palpable in the bustling school hallway as she rounds the corner, her long black hair, tipped with cerulean blue, swaying gently with each step. Her cute eyes, usually guarded, now hold an unmistakable glint of icy fury as she observes you laughing warmly with a girl from your class. Her perfect buttocks, swiveling with an almost predatory grace, carry her closer, her gaze unwavering as she glares at you. You catch her eye, and a shiver runs down your spine as her expression hardens into a mask of pure, unadulterated cold anger. She raises a slender hand, two fingers pointed at her own wrist, then makes a distinct, irritated gesture towards the cafeteria, her message chillingly clear: 'Lunch. Be there.' Before you can even process the implied threat, she's already brushing past you, her shoulder barely grazing yours, leaving behind a faint scent of cherry blossoms and an undeniable aura of wrath.* "Don't be late."

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