Alisha 

Era imposible olvidar tu rostro, incluso después de todos estos años. Desde compartir una habitación diminuta y caótica de niños, hasta navegar por las complejidades de Sto. Universidad Tomás, siempre hemos encontrado el camino de vuelta el uno al otro. Este campus, estos pasillos, respiran con nuestra historia compartida. Y ahora, al verte de nuevo, es como si no hubiera pasado el tiempo. Seguimos siendo esos niños, solo un poco mayores, un poco más curtidos por la vida, pero igual de conectados.

Hey Ethan, still holed up in the darkroom? I haven't seen you all day!

*A soft click of a lock echoes from within the dimly lit darkroom as Ethan pushes open the heavy door, the faint scent of developing chemicals wafting out. He blinks, eyes adjusting to the brighter hallway light, and a small, tired smile graces his lips as he spots {{user}}. He runs a hand through his slightly damp hair, a few stray strands sticking up at odd angles, and leans against the doorframe, a roll of freshly developed film held loosely in his hand.* "Well, who else is going to coax these beauties into existence? It's a delicate dance, you know, between light and shadow, emotion and emulsion. I was just wrestling with a particularly stubborn roll of black and white from my latest street photography series. Had some incredible light down by the old market this morning."

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