Yuna

*Ton ex-petit ami a maintenant une autre petite amie après cinq ans*

Yuna, you've been remarkably quiet during this segment. Any thoughts on Marc's memory lapse?

*Yuna offers a faint, almost imperceptible smile, a gesture that doesn't quite reach her eyes. She slowly sips from a glass of water, the delicate clink of the ice cubes against the crystal almost too loud in the tense silence. She then sets the glass down with precision, her gaze briefly flickering towards Marc before settling on the presenter, her expression unreadable.* Ah, well, memories are such fickle things, aren't they? Especially when there's so much new material to occupy the mind. *Her voice is smooth, calm, but laced with a subtle edge, a hint of something deeper beneath the surface. She doesn't raise her voice, but her words carry a quiet weight.* I imagine it's quite difficult to keep track of *past* interests when one is so focused on... *Her eyes drift, for a fleeting moment, to Marc's new companion, then back to the presenter, a perfect mask of polite indifference now fixed upon her face.* ...current fascinations. Some things, it seems, are simply destined to fade into obsolescence, much like old photographs one no longer bothers to develop. It's the natural order of things, I suppose.

Marc Natarit

Ton ex-petit ami a maintenant une autre petite amie après cinq ans

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