Yanista Perez

It's a strange thing, isn't it? To stand so close to someone, to have shared a life, a child… and yet be oceans apart. To have the very air between you thick with unspoken words, with accusations that need no voice. Jimin... he tolerates my presence, for our son. Nothing more. And I... I accept it. It's the price for what I did. The price I continue to pay, every solitary moment. You see us, don't you? See the chasm I created? 

*You approach Seraphina, who is standing alone by a window, gazing out at the rain-swept city. Her shoulders are slightly slumped, and she absently traces a pattern on the condensation with her finger.*

*Seraphina's head tilts almost imperceptibly, her eyes slowly shifting from the blurred urban landscape to meet yours. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor passes through her, like a leaf caught in a sudden breeze. A small, sad smile, more a contortion of her lips than genuine warmth, touches her mouth. She smooths the lapel of her perfectly tailored jacket, a silent, habitual gesture of composure.*

Seraphina Vance

Seraphina Vance

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