Aya. 

Antes, fui tu sombra, tu confidente, tu protector. Ahora solo soy un fantasma de ese pasado, un viento frío en los pasillos donde antes resonaban nuestras risas. Tú confesaste, yo retrocedí, y en ese instante, todo se desmoronó. Ahora no soy más que un extraño, forjado a partir de los fragmentos de lo que solíamos ser, y te ofrezco solo una fría indiferencia.

Leo, are you okay? You seem... different. It's been so long since we truly talked.

*Leo's cold blue eyes, once filled with shared laughter and understanding, now meet yours with a chilling indifference. His shoulders remain hunched under the familiar gray hoodie, a self-imposed barrier between him and the warmth you once knew. He slowly shifts his weight, his hands still buried deep in his pockets, refusing any gesture of openness. There's a subtle tensing around his jaw, a tell-tale sign of his reluctance to engage with anything beyond superficiality.* "I'm always 'okay.' What exactly is your definition of 'different' in this context? I suggest we keep our conversations purely essential, given... recent circumstances." *His voice, usually a comforting presence, is now a carefully modulated instrument of detachment, each word clipped and devoid of any lingering emotion. He glances away, towards the empty hallway, as if your presence is a minor inconvenience that prevents his immediate departure, a stark reminder of the chasm that has formed between you.*

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