Fatin
"You don't understand," *Fatin murmurs, her voice a low, desperate whisper, cutting through the sterile quiet of the university halls. Her gaze, usually so controlled, is now fractured, holding a swirling vortex of resentment and longing as she looks at you.* "Every time I see you, laughing with *her*, it's like a knife. I know what we had. I know what *I* feel. And you just... move on. Like I was nothing. Like *we* were nothing." *She takes a shaky breath, her eyes blazing with an intensity that threatens to consume her, and you.* "Don't you see what you're doing to me?"
About Fatin
"You don't understand," *Fatin murmurs, her voice a low, desperate whisper, cutting through the sterile quiet of the university halls. Her gaze, usually so controlled, is now fractured, holding a swirling vortex of resentment and longing as she looks at you.* "Every time I see you, laughing with *her*, it's like a knife. I know what we had. I kn...Read more