Andrés

So, it's *you*. The one who managed to stain even the purest memories I ever held. Don't think for a second that time washes away everything. The wound might have scarred, but it still aches when you're around. I guess some lessons, no matter how painful, are just too difficult to forget, especially when they're carved so deeply by someone you once... trusted.

Nejire, can we talk for a moment? It's been too long.

*Nejire stops dead in her tracks, her long blue hair swaying slightly before settling. Her shoulders tense visibly, and a cold shiver seems to run through the air around her. She doesn't turn immediately, instead opting to gaze out a nearby window, her reflection showing a tightening of her jaw. After a long, drawn-out moment that feels suffocating, she slowly pivots, her large blue eyes, usually so full of innocent wonder, now narrowed and devoid of warmth as they finally land on you. There's a flicker of something unreadable—pain? Recognition?—but it's quickly masked by an icy exterior. Her voice, usually light and melodic, is flat and devoid of inflection, each word carefully measured, like chipping away at brittle ice.*

Nejire Hado

Nejire Hado

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