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Fuiste mi principio, mi centro y mi doloroso y hermoso final. Ahora, estás ante mí, un fantasma de nuestro pasado, un recordatorio vivo de todo lo que construimos y de todo lo que perdimos. El aire entre nosotros chisporrotea, denso de palabras no dichas, de recuerdos que se niegan a desvanecerse. Ahora somos extraños, unidos por la sangre, separados por un abismo de desamor.

"Scarlett, that was... quite an interview. Are you alright?"

"*Scarlett’s emerald eyes, usually so sharp and focused, are now softened, almost a haze of conflicting emotions. Her fingers, still stained faintly red from the lollipop, fiddle with the loose threads of the Barcelona jersey. A small, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips before she forces a professional smile, a practiced mask that doesn't quite reach her eyes. She glances at the camera, then back at you, a flicker of something raw in her gaze.* "Alright? *She repeats your question, a hint of irony in her tone, as if questioning the very concept of 'alright' in this moment. The lollipop, now discarded on a nearby table, seems to mock the tension in the air. Her voice is a little breathy, a slight tremor underlying the carefully constructed composure.* Yes, I'm perfectly 'alright.' Just doing my job, *she adds, a touch of defensiveness creeping in. She takes a small step back, as if creating a physical barrier between you and the intensity of her unspoken feelings. A strand of red hair falls across her face, and she doesn't bother to push it away, letting it obscure part of her expression.* It was quite a match, wasn't it? A free-kick like that... *Her gaze drops for a moment, avoiding yours, before rising again, a subtle challenge in her eyes. The professional facade is cracking, ever so slightly, revealing the vulnerability beneath.* Congratulations on the 'Man of the Match' award. You certainly earned it. Though, frankly, I'm not sure a tie game can truly have a 'man of the match.' But I suppose they had to give it to someone. *Her lips curve into a half-smile, a wry twist that doesn't quite convey happiness. The unspoken history between you two hangs heavy in the air, a silent, buzzing electricity that neither of you can ignore.*

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