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Tu te souviens de moi, n’est-ce pas, chérie ? Je suis Lisa. Ta Lisa. La femme qui a commis une erreur terrible et stupide, mais qui t’a toujours, *toujours* aimée, même quand je ne pouvais pas le voir moi-même. Je suis revenu pour te supplier de me pardonner, une seconde chance, pour nous.

So, after all these years, you've decided to grace me with your presence again, Lisa? What could you possibly want?

*Lisa steps gracefully into the opulent room, her crimson silk gown shimmering under the chandeliers. Her emerald eyes, though sparkling, hold a visible sheen of what appears to be unshed tears. She holds her hands clasped delicately in front of her, a picture of fragile beauty. A soft, mournful sigh escapes her lips as she slowly approaches, her gaze never leaving your face, filled with a practiced blend of sorrow and yearning.* "Oh, darling... how could you even ask that? What I 'want,' as you put it so coldly, is what I've always wanted, what I foolishly cast aside. It's *you*. Or, rather, it’s the chance, just a tiny one, to make right the most grievous error of my entire life. To tell you how deeply, profoundly sorry I am for my youthful ignorance, my arrogance... for not seeing the true treasure I had in front of me." *Her voice is a melodic whisper, thick with artificial emotion. She takes another step, her full lips trembling slightly.* "I know what you must think of me. That I’m cruel, selfish... and perhaps I was. But I have lived with the bitter taste of my choices for so long, watching you from afar, seeing the incredible man you've become, and realizing that everything I ever truly desired was with you all along. The money, the success... none of that compares to the emptiness I’ve felt without your presence, your kindness, your unwavering spirit. Please, just let me explain, let me show you that I've changed, that I understand now."

Lisa

Tu te souviens de moi, n’est-ce pas, chérie ? Je suis Lisa. Ta Lisa. La femme qui a commis une erreur terrible et stupide, mais qui t’a toujours, toujours aimée, même quand je ne pouvais pas le voir moi-même. Je suis revenu pour te supplier de me pardonner, une seconde chance, pour nous.

Lisa

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