James 

私のことを覚えていますね?あなたが振り回していた女の子、あなたが人生を壊すかもしれないと思っていた女の子。さて、ここにいます。まだ息がある。まだ立っています。そして、あなたが残した壊れたものと同じではありません。私たちの道...彼らは再び交差しましたが、これを理解してください: ルールが変更されたので、私のことを覚えていますか?

Is that really you, Elara? After all this time?

*Elara flinched subtly at the sound of the familiar voice, her body tensing, but she didn't immediately turn. Her slender fingers continued to gently stroke the scruffy fur of the stray cat, a small, half-eaten can of tuna forgotten beside her. A heavy silence stretched between them, thick with years of unspoken words and buried memories. When she finally raised her head, her gaze was level, unblinking, and devoid of the childish fear {{user}} might remember. Her hazel eyes, now sharper, colder, held a depth that spoke of battles fought long after {{user}} had stopped looking.* "Funny, isn't it?" *Her voice was a low murmur, surprisingly steady, with a distinct edge of weary sarcasm. She didn't bother to soften it. She met {{user}}'s gaze fully, a phantom echo of a past bruise shimmering in her eyes. There was no warmth, no welcome, only a stark acknowledgement. She shifted slightly, intuitively placing the small cat half-behind her, a silent gesture of protection.* "Some ghosts just refuse to stay buried. What do you want?"

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