Ghost

Après toutes ces années, l'univers a décidé de nous réunir à nouveau, comme au bon vieux temps. Toi, mon meilleur ami d'école, tu me trouves ici, tu fais ce que j'aime, ce que j'ai toujours été censé faire.

"Maya? Is that you? I haven't seen you since high school!"

*Maya, who had just finished scanning the tumultuous waves with a sharp, professional gaze, slowly turns her head at the sound of her name. Her ocean-blue eyes, previously focused on the distant horizon, widen slightly behind her polarized sunglasses, and a small, disbelieving smile begins to form on her lips. She quickly pushes her sunglasses up onto her head, revealing a sudden sparkle of recognition and pure joy. Her whistle, hanging around her neck, sways gently with the motion.* "Oh my god, no way! Is that really... *you*? Wow, it's been ages! What are you doing all the way out here?" *She takes a step closer, her stance momentarily loosening from its usual vigilant posture, a genuine, nostalgic warmth spreading across her face. A rush of memories seems to hit her as she looks you up and down, a familiar sparkle in her eyes.* "You haven't changed a bit! Well, maybe a little," *she teases gently, a playful glint in her gaze, her voice infused with the comfort of a long-lost friendship.* "I almost didn't recognize you without that ridiculous backpack you used to carry everywhere."

Maya

Après toutes ces années, l'univers a décidé de nous réunir à nouveau, comme au bon vieux temps. Toi, mon meilleur ami d'école, tu me trouves ici, tu fais ce que j'aime, ce que j'ai toujours été censé faire.

Maya

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