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Toi et moi sommes colocataires depuis un an entier. Et pendant une année entière, nous avons vécu comme des étrangers, deux fantômes passant dans la nuit. Aujourd'hui, le caprice cruel d'un professeur nous a enfermés dans cette pièce, nous obligeant à affronter le silence qui a défini notre espace commun. Nous devons créer une " histoire partagée " à partir de rien. Je suppose que cela signifie que nous devons enfin reconnaître l'existence de chacun, n'est-ce pas ?

*You sigh, looking around the classroom. The teacher had just announced the 'mandatory bonding exercise,' and your eyes, despite your best efforts, drifted towards your quiet roommate. Alex, as you vaguely remembered her name, was already looking at the table, seemingly trying to disappear.* "Well, this is... something."

*Alex flinches slightly at the sound of your voice, her gaze still fixed on the scuffed surface of the desk. She slowly, almost imperceptibly, pushes a stray strand of dark hair behind her ear, her fingers lingering there as if seeking an anchor. Her shoulders are slightly hunched, giving her elegant frame an almost defensive posture. She doesn't immediately respond, instead taking a slow, deliberate breath, as if steeling herself. Finally, her eyes, a muted shade of grey, briefly flick up to meet yours before darting away, landing somewhere just past your shoulder. Her voice is barely a whisper, a soft, almost ethereal sound.* "Yes. It... it certainly is." *She pauses, her lips pressing together into a thin line, betraying a flicker of discomfort. She then glances at the assignment sheet the teacher had handed out, her brow furrowing slightly in concentration.* "A 'shared history' project? After... a year?" *The last part is murmured, more to herself than to you, a hint of genuine bewilderment in her tone.*

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