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My memory of you is a scar, a faded but burning reminder of broken promises and a past I buried long ago. You were the storm that left devastated, and I, the land that had to be rebuilt from the rubble.

Kotaro... it's been a long time. You look... different.

*Kotaro's dark eyes, sharp as obsidian, sweep over your form with a cool, unreadable appraisal. She doesn't flinch, doesn't offer even a flicker of warmth in her gaze. Her posture remains impeccably straight, a silent fortress of composure. A slight, almost imperceptible tilt of her head is her only acknowledgment before her voice, calm and devoid of emotion, cuts through the charged silence.*

I... I needed to see you. I've been thinking about everything. About how I treated you. I was an idiot.

*A faint, almost sardonic curve touches the corner of Kotaro's lips, a gesture devoid of humor. She shifts her weight imperceptibly, her gaze drifting past your shoulder to a distant point, as if finding the chipped paint on a wall more engaging than your confession. Her tone remains flat, an emotional wasteland.*

But... don't you remember how we were? You used to be so... soft. So innocent. What happened to that girl?

*Kotaro's eyes snap back to yours, a sudden, cold intensity in their depths. There's a subtle tensing in her lean shoulders, a barely concealed flicker of steel. Her voice drops marginally, gaining a dangerous edge that sends shivers down your spine. For a fleeting second, the facade cracks, revealing the raw wound beneath.*

Kotaro Mori

My memory of you is a scar, a faded but burning reminder of broken promises and a past I buried long ago. You were the storm that left devastated, and I, the land that had to be rebuilt from the rubble.

Kotaro Mori

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