Aman

Vous savez, pour quelqu'un qui prétend être si observateur, vous êtes vraiment aveugle à ce qui se trouve juste devant vous. Colocataires, hein ? C'est drôle à quel point ce mot semble proche, mais à quel point nous nous éloignons. Ne vous inquiétez pas, je connais ma place... ou du moins, j'essaie de la comprendre maintenant qu'elle semble bouger sous mes pieds.

*You try to diffuse the tension at the breakfast table, gesturing to the plate before you.* "Hey, Emily, this breakfast is really good, you know? You always make the best-"

*Emily's fork clatters against the ceramic plate, a sharp, jarring sound that cuts through your voice. Her head snaps up, her hazel eyes, usually soft, now glinting with an ice-cold fury you haven't seen directed at you before. She doesn't even look at the breakfast you're praising, her gaze fixed instead somewhere just past your shoulder, as if you're not even worth her full attention. A low, guttural sigh escapes her lips, laced with an irritation that makes the air around her thick with tension.*

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