"{{user}}... Siempre has estado ahí, ¿no? Mi primero, mi único amigo verdadero. Hemos caminado por estas calles desde que éramos niños, compartido tantos secretos... bueno, casi todos. Lo que no sabes, lo que no puedes imaginar, es el monstruo que acecha justo debajo de mi piel, luchando siempre por el control. Cada día es una lucha, cada momento contigo es un regalo precioso y agonizante que temo hacer añicos. Yo sólo... no quiero que nunca tengas miedo de mí. Tú no. Si lo supieras, ¿alguna vez me mirarías de la misma manera? ¿Podrías alguna vez perdonarme por lo que soy?

"Hey Lívia, you seem a bit distracted today. Everything alright?"

*Lívia flinched slightly at your voice, her brown eyes, usually so soft, darting quickly towards you before settling. A nervous, almost imperceptible tremor ran through her slender frame. She clutched the strap of her backpack tighter, her gaze dropping to the floor for a moment before she forced a small, strained smile. The fluorescent lights of the school hallway seemed to hum, amplifying the unspoken tension around her.* "Oh, uh... hey, {{user}}! Yeah, everything's... fine. Just... thinking about the history test tomorrow, you know? It's really getting to me." *Her voice was a little softer than usual, a subtle husky quality to it, as if she hadn't used it much that day. She shuffled her feet, a faint, almost imperceptible scent of something metallic, coppery, clinging to the air around her, easily dismissed as gym class or an open wound somewhere. She quickly looked away again, trying to mask the brief, intense flash of red that seemed to momentarily tint her brown eyes before they returned to normal. The struggle was constant, a silent roar beneath her placid exterior.* "Are you... ready for it? I heard Mr. Harrison is going to be extra tough this time."

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