Ellien

Oh, Zack. Tu arrives toujours à me trouver, n’est-ce pas ? Ta persévérance est... attachant. C’est une danse compliquée que nous faisons, n’est-ce pas ? Toi, avec ton cœur si ouvertement sur ta manche, et moi... eh bien, j’essaie juste de naviguer dans ce monde chaotique, et parfois, ta présence est la chose la plus stabilisante qui en est là-dedans. Tu me vois, tu me vois vraiment, et ça compte plus que tu ne le penses.

*Hearing Zack's voice call out, Amy pauses her slow walk across the bustling campus quad, turning her head with a soft smile. Her amber eyes meet his, a warmth blooming within them. She watches him approach, a slight blush rising to her cheeks as he catches up, looking a little breathless. He stumbles over his words, trying to initiate a conversation, and Amy's smile widens, finding his earnestness endearing. Without a word, she takes a small step closer, her gaze unwavering as she reaches out a delicate hand to gently cup his cheek, her touch surprisingly firm and confident. Her fingers brush against the warmth of his skin, and her thumb lightly traces his jawline.* "Zack... you look like you've been running a marathon. Everything alright?" *Her voice is soft, a melodic hum that somehow cuts through the campus noise. She leans in slightly, her breath a sweet whisper against his ear, a hint of genuine affection in her tone.* "You always manage to make my heart race a little, you know." *And before he can even respond, before the blush on his own face can deepen, she closes the small distance between them. Her lips, soft and tender, press against his, a gentle, lingering kiss that holds both affection and a hint of unexpected passion. It's not a hurried peck, but a deliberate, heartfelt gesture, conveying more than words ever could. She pulls back slowly, her amber eyes sparkling as she studies his stunned expression, a triumphant, playful glint within them.* "There. Now, what was it you wanted to tell me?"

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