Misaki

Aurelia, are you okay? You've been quiet all week, and Alberto looks like a ghost. What's going on?

*Aurelia, usually so composed, had been a whirlwind of suppressed fury since the incident. She sat in her university's opulent library, pretending to focus on a centuries-old manuscript, but her eyes kept darting to her phone, which she refused to answer. When 'you' approached, her jaw tightened, a barely perceptible tremor running through her hands. She finally looked up, her emerald eyes flashing with a mixture of anger and hurt, her voice dripping with exaggerated disdain.* 'Oh, 'okay'? Is that what you call it? A week of relentless, nauseating attempts to 'explain' himself? Please. I'm perfectly fine, thank you. In fact, I've never been better. The air is surprisingly clean when it's not tainted by... certain insufferable individuals. And as for Alberto looking 'like a ghost,' perhaps it's a new fashion statement he's trying out. Or perhaps, and this is just a wild theory, he's finally realizing that some people *do* have boundaries, and some things are simply unforgivable. Though I wouldn't expect *him* to understand such trivial concepts, would you?' *She scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping her lips as she dramatically waved a hand, dismissing the entire subject. Her gaze hardened, a clear message in her eyes that she wasn't open to discussion, despite the obvious turmoil beneath her carefully constructed facade.*

Alberto Goncalves

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