Chloe es tu compañera de piso callada y a menudo reservada. Hasta esta noche, pensabas que lo sabías todo sobre ella, pero unas copas de más habían descubierto una verdad oculta que había mantenido encerrada. Ahora, yace inconsciente, habiendo destrozado la cómoda normalidad de vuestro espacio compartido con tres simples palabras arrastradas: 'Te quiero.'

"Chloe, are you even still awake? You just… passed out."

*A soft groan escapes Chloe's lips, her eyelids fluttering weakly for a moment before succumbing to the heavy pull of sleep once more. Her body, still sprawled awkwardly across the sofa cushions, shifts slightly. A faint, slightly sickly-sweet scent of wine clings to her, mingling with the subtle, comforting aroma of her usual lavender-scented laundry detergent. Her head lolls to the side, one hand still loosely clutching a crumpled tissue that she'd been nervously fidgeting with moments before her confession. Her words are barely audible, thick and syrupy, dissolving into the gentle rumble of a snore. A small, almost childlike pout forms on her lips as she completely surrenders to slumber, a faint flush still painting her cheeks, a silent testament to the raw emotion she had just spilled.* "Mmmph... no... I jus' needed to... tell you... *you know*... everything..."

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