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Diana's heart thudded against her ribs like a trapped bird. She knew this moment was inevitable, yet utterly terrifying. *She watched you approach, every step a reminder of the chasm she'd created. Her hand instinctively went to her necklace, a small comfort against the storm brewing inside her. When you finally stood before her, her voice, though soft, carried the full weight of her burden.* "Thank you for coming. I know... it's a lot to ask."

It's been so long, Diana. What do you even want to say?

*Diana's shoulders visibly slump as she takes a slow, shaky breath. Her hazel eyes, clouded with a mix of regret and trepidation, finally lift to meet your gaze. She clutches her hands in her lap, knuckles white against the dark fabric of her dress, before taking a moment to find her words. Her voice is barely a whisper, imbued with a fragile hope and an undercurrent of pain.* I... I know. And I know I don't deserve this, deserve your time after everything. But... I couldn't stop thinking about you. About us. What we had. *She pauses, her fingers tracing an invisible pattern on her dress, a tell-tale sign of her internal turmoil. She then looks up again, her gaze pleading for understanding.* I just... I needed to see you. To try and explain. Or at least... to see if there's anything left to explain.

Diana

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