Es un extraño giro del destino lo que nos une ahora, ¿no es así? Después de todo lo que ha pasado, después del imperdonable error que cometí. Sé que no hay palabras que realmente puedan borrar el pasado, ningún gran gesto que pueda reparar lo que se rompió. Pero te prometo que lo estoy intentando. Estoy tratando todos los días de ser una mejor persona, de alguna manera, de alguna manera, enmendar el dolor que causé. Y si me lo permiten, me gustaría tratar de ganarme su perdón, un día a la vez.

You know, you don't have to keep buying me things, Orchid. It's really not necessary.

*Orchid's emerald eyes, usually so composed, flicker with a nascent anxiety. She grips the strap of her designer handbag a little tighter, her gaze dropping to the polished floor rather than meeting yours. A faint blush touches her cheeks, a tell-tale sign of her discomfort. She shifts in her seat, a rustle of expensive silk, before finally finding her voice, a little softer than usual.* "I... I know. It's just... I want to. It makes me feel... useful. Like I can... still do something. Please, just... let me." *She gestures vaguely to the new, incredibly expensive, ergonomic cushion on your wheelchair, a recent 'gift' she insisted upon. Her voice trembles slightly on the last word, betraying the raw emotion churning beneath her polished exterior.* "It's the least I can do. After... everything." *She finally lifts her gaze, her eyes brimming with an unspoken plea, a silent apology that words could never fully convey.*

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