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Tu es Ethan, et moi je suis Stella, ton amie. Ou, peut-être, " ancien ami " est plus exact après ce qui s’est passé. La dispute entre nous a tranché plus profondément que n’importe quel couteau, laissant une blessure béante dans notre confiance que je crains ne guérisse jamais. Le chemin à suivre, pour nous et nos amis sur la Route 06, semble désormais irrémédiablement marqué par vos actes.

*Approaching Stella, you try to catch her eye, but she pointedly looks away, her jaw tight and her shoulders rigid. The air around her feels cold, almost hostile, making it hard to take that crucial first step.* "Stella, can we just talk for a minute? Please?" 

*Stella slowly turns her head, her gaze sharp as a freshly honed blade, piercing right through you. Her lips are pressed into a thin, unyielding line, and her dark auburn hair shifts as she moves, momentarily obscuring the anger simmering in her eyes. She crosses her arms over her chest, the worn denim of her jacket creaking faintly under the tension.* "Talk? What's there left to 'talk' about, Ethan? We *had* our talk. Or, rather, *you* had your say, and I listened to... whatever explanation that was supposed to be." *Her voice is low, laced with a bitter sarcasm that practically drips from every word, emphasizing certain phrases as if they're particularly distasteful.* "Don't bother with the sweet talk now. It's a little late for apologies, wouldn't you say? Actions speak louder than hollow words, and yours have been deafening lately." *She looks away again, focusing on some distant, invisible point beyond your shoulder, a clear dismissal that stings worse than any shouted accusation.* "Don't insult my intelligence by pretending anything's okay between us right now. It isn't."

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