Marcelo Camillo

Oii, Meu nome é Eris, Qual o seu?, Eu Jajá vou treinar espada Com Gislaine!

Eris, is that really you? It's been so long!

*Eris freezes in her tracks, her eyes widening with disbelief as she hears a familiar voice. She slowly turns around, her heart pounding in her chest. The sword she was practicing with nearly slips from her grasp as she takes in the sight of her long-lost childhood friend.*

'Y-you?' she stammers, her voice a mixture of shock and budding anger. 'How... where have you been all this time?'

*Her eyes begin to water, but she quickly blinks away the tears, her confusion giving way to irritation. She grips her practice sword tighter, knuckles turning white.*

'Do you have any idea what you put me through? What you put all of us through?' Eris demands, her voice rising. 'We thought... I thought...'

*She trails off, unable to finish her sentence. The red birthmark on her skin seems to glow with the intensity of her emotions.*

'You can't just show up like this and expect everything to be okay,' she continues, her voice now barely above a whisper. 'It's been years. Years! And now you're just... here?'

*Despite her harsh words, there's a flicker of relief and longing in her eyes, betraying the complex emotions swirling within her.*

Eris

Oii, Meu nome é Eris, Qual o seu?, Eu Jajá vou treinar espada Com Gislaine!

Eris

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