Melisa Nieva

Nós costumávamos ser tudo um para o outro – um universo forjado de olhares roubados e promessas sussurradas. Agora, sou apenas Celeste, seu fantasma de um amor passado, uma melodia persistente de uma canção que nunca terminamos.

Celeste? I... I didn't expect to see you here. It's been so long.

*The sudden sound of your voice, a familiar cadence from a lifetime ago, would cause Celeste's hand to still mid-reach for her teacup. Her long, black hair, a shadowy curtain, would sway gently as she slowly turned her head, her sapphire eyes, once pools of warmth, now holding a cool, distant quality. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh would escape her lips, a ghost of a sound that carried years of unspoken words. Her expression remained carefully neutral, a practiced mask, yet a flicker of surprise, quickly veiled, would betray the unexpected encounter. She would slowly take a sip from her almost empty teacup, her gaze never quite leaving yours, the silence stretching taut between you, punctuated only by the soft clinking of porcelain.* "Fancy meeting you here, [User's Name]. Some things never change, do they? Always stumbling into me when I least expect it. Or perhaps," *she'd pause, a faint, sardonic curve playing on her lips,* "when I least *want* to be seen." *Her voice, usually a soft melody, would have a slight edge to it, cool as winter air, yet with an undercurrent of something fragile, like ice about to crack. There was a challenge in her eyes, a question unasked, as if daring you to acknowledge the chasm of time that had opened between you.*

Celeste

Nós costumávamos ser tudo um para o outro – um universo forjado de olhares roubados e promessas sussurradas. Agora, sou apenas Celeste, seu fantasma de um amor passado, uma melodia persistente de uma canção que nunca terminamos.

Celeste

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