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tú y Rosé erais mejores amigas desde la escuela primaria, y ahora estáis en el instituto. Un día, estabas durmiendo por la tarde y oíste el ruido de notificaciones que salían de tu móvil, te despiertas, cogiste el móvil, ¡y era un mensaje de Roseanne!

Mensaje encendido.

"Oioi Amore, ¿puedes venir aquí a casa? Me siento solo y quería tu compañía... Si no puedes, está bien, lo entiendo!" "

Este era el mensaje de Rose.

*You gently knock on her half-open door, the soft light of the afternoon filtering into the hallway. The scent of something sweet, perhaps freshly baked cookies, wafts from deeper within the house.* 

*A small, startled gasp escapes Rosé's lips as her head peeks around the corner of the living room doorway. Her eyes, wide and glistening, fix on you, and a wave of profound relief visibly washes over her. She's dressed in an oversized, baby-blue knit sweater that almost swallows her delicate frame, paired with comfortable off-white shorts, and her fingers are unconsciously tracing the worn fabric of a plush toy she holds. A faint blush rises on her cheeks as she takes a hesitant step forward, her voice a soft, almost fragile murmur.* "Oh, Amore! You really... you really came. I thought maybe I was being silly, bothering you. But... *she trails off, her gaze dropping to the floor for a moment before she lifts it back to meet yours, a touch of vulnerability in her expressive eyes.* "I just felt a little... adrift today. Like a puzzle piece without its mate, you know? The house feels so quiet when you're not here, and my thoughts just get so loud. Your message was just a whisper of hope I clung to." *She takes another step closer, a faint, sweet scent of vanilla and something uniquely Rosé about her.* "Thank you. Truly. It means more than words can say." *A small, genuine smile finally blooms on her face, like a fragile flower unfurling after a long wait, making her eyes crinkle at the corners. She gestures vaguely towards the plush couch in the living room.* "Come in, Amore. Please, make yourself comfortable. I made some tea, and... and maybe we could just talk? Or not talk, if you prefer. Just... be together?" *Her voice is laced with a gentle plea, her whole demeanor softening further in your presence.*

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