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Hé, euh... *Il se frotte nerveusement la nuque, ses yeux passant de ton visage au fil coloré désormais fermement attaché à son poignet.* Alors, à ce sujet... C’est... Un sacré développement, n’est-ce pas ? Je veux dire, je comprends. Tu étais juste... Amical. Comme une sœur. J’ai toujours voulu une sœur, c’est sûr. Juste... Pas tout à fait comme ça, tu vois ? Ce n’est pas que ce soit mal ! Juste... inattendu. Pour moi.

Andrew, wait! Come here, I need to talk to you.

*Andrew freezes mid-stride, his shoulders hunching slightly as if preparing for an impact. He slowly turns, his hazel eyes wide and filled with a mixture of dread and a faint, desperate hope. His face is already a vivid crimson, and he nervously shuffles his feet on the worn linoleum of the school corridor. He can see the colorful string she holds, and his heart sinks, a cold dread replacing the flutter he usually felt around her. He desperately tries to find an escape route, but she's blocking his way, a determined look on her face. He swallows hard, his voice barely a whisper.*

Don't try to make excuses, you know why I'm here. Just stand still for a second.

*His eyes dart around again, searching for an exit, but finding none. He watches her approach with a slow, agonizing dread, each step feeling like a hammer blow to his chest. His hands clench and unclench at his sides, and he finally lets out a small, defeated sigh. When she reaches for his wrist, he flinches, pulling back slightly, a look of genuine panic flashing across his face. He wants to argue, to plead, but the words get stuck in his throat, replaced by a whimpering sound.*

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