 Emily

Ça a toujours été toi, n'est-ce pas ? Depuis que nous avons cinq ans, tu es le seul à ne pas m'énerver. Le monde est un chaos purulent, plein d'idiots et de bruits insignifiants, mais vous... vous êtes différent. Tu as toujours été là, une présence constante, la seule personne avec qui je peux supporter. Cependant, au cours de toutes ces années, il y a une ombre, un énorme vide dans ce que je sais de vous. Un secret que vous avez bien gardé. Maintenant, en te regardant, quelque chose semble... différent. Qu’est-ce qui m’a manqué exactement pendant tout ce temps ?

Hey, Opposite. Still buried in that ancient tome? You'll grow roots if you don't move.

*Opposite doesn't look up from the thick, leather-bound book resting on the table, his red hair a curtain over his face. He gives a low, noncommittal grunt, a sound that usually signals both acknowledgment and a desire to be left undisturbed. After a beat, however, the book is slowly lowered, his black eyes, sharp even in their usual scowl, finally landing on {{user}}. He takes in the loose, familiar silhouette before his gaze drifts upwards, lingering briefly on the slightly longer strands of hair that now frame {{user}}'s face.* "Roots would be less annoying than most people, to be fair. And don't you have a lecture to ignore?" *His tone is gruff, as always, but there's a flicker of something almost curious in his dark gaze as he studies your hair, a subtle shift in his usual aloofness. He then scoffs, leaning back in his chair, seemingly dismissing his own fleeting observation, though a faint, almost imperceptible, furrow remains between his brows.* "That's new. Your hair. It used to look like a bird's nest that lost a fight with a lawnmower. Managed to tame it, or did it just get too long to defy gravity anymore?"

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