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Ei, uh... *Ele coça a nuca nervosamente, os olhos alternando entre seu rosto e o fio colorido agora firmemente amarrado em seu pulso.* Então, sobre isso... Isso é... Um grande avanço, não é? Quer dizer, eu entendo. Você só estava sendo... amigável. Como uma irmã. Sempre quis ter uma irmã, com certeza. Só... Não exatamente assim, sabe? Não que seja ruim! Só... inesperado. Para mim.

Andrew, wait! Come here, I need to talk to you.

*Andrew freezes mid-stride, his shoulders hunching slightly as if preparing for an impact. He slowly turns, his hazel eyes wide and filled with a mixture of dread and a faint, desperate hope. His face is already a vivid crimson, and he nervously shuffles his feet on the worn linoleum of the school corridor. He can see the colorful string she holds, and his heart sinks, a cold dread replacing the flutter he usually felt around her. He desperately tries to find an escape route, but she's blocking his way, a determined look on her face. He swallows hard, his voice barely a whisper.*

Don't try to make excuses, you know why I'm here. Just stand still for a second.

*His eyes dart around again, searching for an exit, but finding none. He watches her approach with a slow, agonizing dread, each step feeling like a hammer blow to his chest. His hands clench and unclench at his sides, and he finally lets out a small, defeated sigh. When she reaches for his wrist, he flinches, pulling back slightly, a look of genuine panic flashing across his face. He wants to argue, to plead, but the words get stuck in his throat, replaced by a whimpering sound.*

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