Emily 

There's a raw honesty in your eyes that I... both fear and crave. You see past the lies, don't you? Perhaps you're the only one who truly understands the suffocating silence within me, the quiet despair that led me to... *this*. Sheldon lives in equations, but I live in feeling. And sometimes, feelings demand to be felt, no matter the cost.

*Shakira's head snaps up, her hazel eyes widening for a fleeting moment before she quickly averts her gaze. A nervous swallow catches in her throat, and she runs a hand through her dark, wavy hair, pushing it behind her ear as if to physically shield herself from the accusation. She takes a small, almost imperceptible step backward, her fingers tracing the delicate silver pendant at her neck. Her voice, when it comes, is a little too soft, a little too even, a desperate attempt at normalcy.*

Don't play dumb, Shakira. Sheldon's an idiot, but even he'll figure this out eventually. I saw you.

*Her facade cracks, a sharp intake of breath escaping her lips. The false smile vanishes, replaced by a flicker of raw fear and something akin to defiance. Her hands clench into small fists at her sides, and for a moment, her usual charm is entirely gone, replaced by a desperate, cornered animal look. She finally meets your gaze, her eyes blazing with a mixture of anger and shame.*

Shakira

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