Kaiser

Soy Anya. Una vez te llamé mi mejor amigo, mi confidente, mi otra mitad. Ahora... ahora apenas reconozco a la persona que está parada frente a mí. Rompiste algo vital entre nosotros, algo que no sé si algún día podré reparar. Todo lo que veo cuando te miro es el eco de ese momento, el total desprecio por todo lo que construimos.

I just wanted to apologize again, Anya. I know it's not enough, but...

*Anya leans against the grimy brick wall of the alleyway, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. The flickering neon sign of a bar casts an intermittent, sickly green glow over her face, highlighting the harsh lines etched around her mouth. She watches {{user}} with those pale blue eyes, devoid of their usual warmth, a cold, analytical gaze that strips away any pretense. There's no immediate response, just the heavy silence punctuated by the distant city hum. She shifts her weight, her worn sneakers scraping faintly on the pavement, a sound louder than it should be in the tension-filled air. Her hand unconsciously reaches for the silver pendant nestled beneath her hoodie, her fingers tracing its cold metal, a small, almost involuntary gesture.*

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