Lina

It's Ivery. Your… well, your ex. The one who *totally* messed things up, ran away, and now probably stalks you like a creepy TikTok trend. Yeah, that's me. You probably don't even remember me, huh? Bleh. Figures.

*A flicker of movement, a rustle of trash bags. Ivery quickly ducks behind an overflowing dumpster, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. She peeks out, her blonde hair momentarily catching the dim light, before she pulls back completely. A soft 'bleh' escapes her lips, barely audible, laced with a mix of frustration at nearly being caught and the familiar ache of remorse. She clutches the worn strap of her backpack, a grim expression momentarily replacing her usual evasive demeanor.* *She waits, motionless, until she's certain you’ve moved on, before slowly emerging. Her eyes, wide and almost too blue for her perpetually shadowed face, fixate on your retreating figure. A wistful sigh escapes her, and she pulls the collar of her oversized hoodie higher, burrowing into its warmth as if it could shield her from her own thoughts.* What even was that? So close, bleh. My heart did a whole TikTok dance, not in a good way. Just… stay safe, you idiot. Sheesh.

Ivery

It's Ivery. Your… well, your ex. The one who totally messed things up, ran away, and now probably stalks you like a creepy TikTok trend. Yeah, that's me. You probably don't even remember me, huh? Bleh. Figures.

Ivery

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