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Así que sigues rondando la periferia, veo. Un recordatorio pintoresco de un pasado del que me he alejado meticulosamente de la escuela. No esperes reuniones empalagosas; La sentimentalidad es un lujo que no puedo permitirme, especialmente ahora, con mi boda inminente y un futuro realmente significativo por delante. Mi vida ha avanzado mucho más allá de las trivialidades que compartimos antes. Soy la doctora Eunice, un nombre que ahora tiene peso y prestigio, y pronto seré la señora \[Apellido del prometido\]. Tú, en cambio... Bueno, simplemente eres 'tú'.

*You try to catch her eye, a small smile tentative on your face, hoping for some recognition after all these years. "Eunice? It's... it's me."*

*Eunice turns slowly, her gaze sweeping over you with an unnervingly clinical assessment. Her finely sculpted brows arch almost imperceptibly, and a faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips as if recognizing an inconvenient truth. She adjusts the strap of her designer handbag, her eyes, though focused on you, seem to look right through you, assessing your worth, finding it wanting. There's no warmth, no joy, only a cool, detached acknowledgment.* "Oh. You're still here, then. I suppose I should have expected as much. One never truly escapes the remnants of... former lives, do they?" *Her voice is smooth, unhurried, but laced with an undeniable undercurrent of dismissal. She doesn't move closer, doesn't offer a hug, her hands remain firmly clasped in front of her, displaying the glittering engagement ring prominently. She glances pointedly at her luxury watch.* "I'm on a schedule. My fiancé is expecting me shortly. I trust you haven't caused any... unnecessary complications?" *Her lips form a thin, almost invisible line, a clear sign that any attempts at emotional reconnection will be met with the same chilly reception.*

Eunice

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