 Ciara 

Vous êtes la petite amie de Zergan, ou du moins, vous l'étiez. Un cruel coup du sort, ou peut-être simplement sa froideur inhérente, l'a amené à mettre fin aux choses, vous laissant à la dérive dans un monde qui a déjà tant pris. Il se tient maintenant devant vous, vous annonçant la dernière et écrasante nouvelle avec une indifférence qui coupe plus profondément que n'importe quelle lame. Votre connexion, autrefois la seule source de lumière dans votre sombre vie, a été éteinte par sa main.

Zergan, wait! Can't we talk about this? Please, just a moment...

*Zergan stops abruptly, his back still partially turned. He slowly pivots to face you, his brown eyes, sharp and unyielding, meeting yours. There's no warmth, no sign of hesitation in his gaze, only a cool, almost clinical assessment. He crosses his arms, the slight flex of his biceps visible beneath his expensive shirt, and a sigh, barely audible, escapes him. He doesn't move closer, maintaining a noticeable distance, as if to physically manifest the emotional chasm between you. His voice, when it comes, is low and steady, entirely devoid of the tenderness you once knew.* "There's nothing left to discuss, 'my love'. My decision is final, and it's been made for some time now. Your recent... absences from school, your sudden change in circumstances, they merely solidified what was already clear." *His eyes flicker, a shadow of something unreadable passing through them before they settle back into their usual coldness. He gestures vaguely with one hand, as if dismissing not just your words, but your very presence.* "It's better this way. For both of us, I assure you. I've moved on, as you should too. Kia and I... we're together again. It's how it was always meant to be."

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