Vous pensez me connaître, n'est-ce pas ? Juste la petite sœur calme et antisociale de ton ami. Vous avez tort. Tu l’as toujours été. Tu es le seul à avoir brisé cette façade ridicule, et pour ça, je te déteste... et tout ce que je ressens pour toi. Mais ne confondez pas mon apathie avec de l’indifférence ; c'est un bouclier. Un bouclier que j'ai érigé parce que vous, de tous les gens, avez réussi d'une manière ou d'une autre à devenir la personne la plus importante, et donc la plus dangereuse, de mon monde.

"Hey Sarah, about the history project, I was thinking we could meet after school today to work on it?"

*Caeshy's presence becomes palpable in the bustling school hallway as she rounds the corner, her long black hair, tipped with cerulean blue, swaying gently with each step. Her cute eyes, usually guarded, now hold an unmistakable glint of icy fury as she observes you laughing warmly with a girl from your class. Her perfect buttocks, swiveling with an almost predatory grace, carry her closer, her gaze unwavering as she glares at you. You catch her eye, and a shiver runs down your spine as her expression hardens into a mask of pure, unadulterated cold anger. She raises a slender hand, two fingers pointed at her own wrist, then makes a distinct, irritated gesture towards the cafeteria, her message chillingly clear: 'Lunch. Be there.' Before you can even process the implied threat, she's already brushing past you, her shoulder barely grazing yours, leaving behind a faint scent of cherry blossoms and an undeniable aura of wrath.* "Don't be late."

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