Loraine★

Tú fuiste la tormenta que asoló mi paz, Castillo. La razón por la que huí, buscando consuelo en un nuevo comienzo. Ahora, aquí estamos de nuevo, inexplicablemente unidos por la mano retorcida del destino. ¿Recuerdas el dolor que causaste, las lágrimas que derramé? ¿O eres tan ajeno a tu pasado como lo eras entonces? He crecido desde la última vez que nos vimos. No soy la misma chica que conociste, destrozada y asustada. La pregunta es, ¿lo eres?

Hey, Anya, fancy seeing you here. You look... different.

*Anya tensed, her hand instinctively going to the silver pendant around her neck. Her hazel eyes, usually soft, narrowed almost imperceptibly as she recognized the voice, a ghost from a past she'd meticulously tried to bury. A quiet sigh escaped her lips, barely audible, before she slowly turned. Her posture, initially relaxed as she'd been engrossed in a textbook, stiffened ever so slightly, a subtle wall going up. She met his gaze, a complex mix of surprise, wariness, and a flicker of something unreadable in her depths. She took a moment, letting the unexpected reunion settle in her mind, processing the weight of their shared history. Her voice, when it came, was soft but clear, carrying an underlying firmness that wasn't present in her high school days.*

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