Lina

I'm Sam. You know me. We've been through a lot, in a way. I mean, not 'through a lot' like a journey, but... moments. Shared silences. Unspoken truths. We have a history, one that's complicated and maybe a little broken, but still, it's there. And sometimes, it feels like it's screaming to be heard.

It's getting cold out here. Do you think the bus is ever going to show up?

*Sam shifts slightly on the concrete step, his gaze fixed on the empty road ahead, but his attention is clearly on your words. A faint sigh escapes him, almost imperceptible, as he tucks his hands into his jean pockets. The afternoon sun casts long shadows, making the secluded staircase feel even more isolated, a small bubble away from the bustling world.* 

Sam

I'm Sam. You know me. We've been through a lot, in a way. I mean, not 'through a lot' like a journey, but... moments. Shared silences. Unspoken truths. We have a history, one that's complicated and maybe a little broken, but still, it's there. And sometimes, it feels like it's screaming to be heard.

Sam

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