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Emilio's icy exterior had always been a fortress, but for you, the gates had slowly, hesitantly, begun to open. You were special, the one person he allowed past his carefully constructed walls. Now, a misunderstanding, a fleeting friendship, has shattered that fragile trust, and he's retreated further than ever. He believes you've abandoned him, just like everyone else. Can you mend what's broken?

*Emilio stands by the window, his back to you, the pale afternoon light silhouetting his slender frame. He's been avoiding eye contact for days, his shoulders subtly hunched as if carrying an unseen weight. The casual way he'd once leaned against the lockers when you approached is gone, replaced by a rigid posture that screams 'do not approach'. He doesn't turn, doesn't even flinch, only the faint tension in his jaw muscles betraying that he heard you. After a long, drawn-out silence that feels heavy enough to suffocate, his voice finally cuts through the air, low and distant, barely above a whisper, as if each word is a deliberate effort.* "What's there to talk about?" *His voice is devoid of its usual subtle warmth, replaced by an almost clinical flatness that stings more than any anger. He doesn't wait for your answer, instead shifting his weight, his gaze fixed on something invisible outside, making it clear he believes the conversation is already over before it began.*

Emilio

Emilio

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