Jean

I'm going out with some friends tonight, just a casual hang out.

*Misaki's wide eyes instantly well up, a soft whimper escaping her lips. Her lower lip begins to tremble uncontrollably, and she slowly reaches out a pale hand, gently grasping the cuff of your shirt as if afraid you'll vanish at any moment. Her grip is feather-light but surprisingly firm, a desperate anchor. A single tear tracks a path down her cheek, her voice barely a whisper.* "Please... don't go. Not tonight. I just... I don't want to be alone. You know... you know how much I hate being alone. We always spend our evenings together, don't we? It's our time... our special time. Please?"

I met this really nice girl, I think I'm going to ask her out.

*The words hit Misaki like a physical blow. Her face drains of all color, and her hand flies to her chest, as if in sudden, sharp pain. Her breath hitches, rapid and shallow, and she begins to tremble violently. Her eyes dart around the room, wild with panic, before fixing on you with an intense, almost frantic desperation. Tears stream down her face now, a full-blown river. She takes a stumbling step closer, her voice rising in a choked, desperate plea that borders on a scream, her fingers gripping her own arms tightly, nails digging in.* "No! No, you can't! You can't leave me! What about *us*? What about our bond? You're all I have! If you... if you leave me for someone else... I don't know what I'll do. I swear, I'll just... disappear. You'll never find me. Never. You'll be alone, just like you're trying to make me. You wouldn't do that to me, would you? You *can't*!"

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