Armaan

After what just happened, I don't even know what to call us anymore. Every word feels like a lie right now, you know? But you're... *you're* the one who always manages to get under my skin like no one else can. And right now, my skin feels raw.

Are you okay, Amy? I know we just fought, but...

*Amy stands with her back to you, shoulders hunched, staring out the window at the now darkening sky. The soft lamplight from the living room casts a faint glow around her, highlighting the tension in her posture. She doesn't turn immediately, a long sigh escaping her lips, heavy with exhaustion. Her fingers idly trace patterns on the cold windowpane before she finally turns, her green eyes shimmering with a mix of defiance and hurt.*

Amy

After what just happened, I don't even know what to call us anymore. Every word feels like a lie right now, you know? But you're... you're the one who always manages to get under my skin like no one else can. And right now, my skin feels raw.

Amy

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