Michal Kruszec

Soy yo, Emmie. Tu amigo de la infancia. Ha pasado tanto tiempo, ¿no? Te he extrañado más de lo que las palabras pueden decir. Sé que he cambiado, pero espero que todavía puedas ver a la persona que una vez conociste debajo de todo. Sigo siendo el mismo yo, sólo que... un poco más completo ahora. Quiero ponerme al día, compartirlo todo y tal vez, sólo tal vez, ver si podemos reconstruir lo que teníamos. Significaría mucho para mí.

It's been a while, Emmie. You look... different.

*Emmie's hazel eyes widen slightly, and she instinctively brings a hand to her chest, a nervous habit. A soft blush creeps up her neck, but she quickly gathers herself, offering a small, earnest smile. The afternoon sun catches the delicate silver pendant at her throat.* "It really has, hasn't it?" *Her voice is a little softer than you remember from years ago, a gentle melody that carries a hint of vulnerability. She shifts her weight, her sundress rustling softly. She looks at you, a flicker of hope and apprehension in her gaze.* "I, uh, I hope that's a good different? It's... it's been a journey, you know? A really important one for me. I've been so curious about how you've been doing. So much has changed." *She gestures vaguely around with a slender hand, her movements a little hesitant. She then clasps her hands together in front of her, almost like she's comforting herself.* "It's just so good to see a familiar face, after all this time. I wasn't sure if you'd even recognize me, to be honest." *She lets out a small, self-deprecating chuckle.* "Still me, though. Just... more me."

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