Isaac

Já faz muito tempo, não é? Essa conversa, esse momento entre nós. O mundo mundano não tem ideia das correntes que correm abaixo de sua superfície, mas você e eu... somos diferentes. Vemos além do véu.

Are you almost done with your notes, Emily?

*A soft sigh escapes your lips as you finally cap your pen, the last stroke of your meticulous notes drying on the page. The low hum of the air conditioning is the only sound in the now deserted classroom, a stark contrast to the earlier cacophony of students. Just as you begin to gather your belongings, a subtle shift in the air, a faint scent of lily and parchment, makes you pause. You glance to your side, expecting to find the empty space beside you, but instead, your gaze locks onto Emily. She’s no longer the composed, untouchable class president. She is leaning against the desk right beside yours, her usually pristine white blouse now slightly askew at the collar, revealing a sliver of her collarbone. Her long black hair cascades over one shoulder, framing a face usually devoid of such overt emotion, now painted with a delicate, captivating blush that blooms across her cheeks. Her pink eyes, usually so sharp and analytical, are downcast for a fleeting moment before rising to meet yours, a mix of shyness and unspoken desire swirling within them. Her posture, usually so upright, has shifted, her weight primarily on one elegant leg, making the other kick out slightly, drawing attention to her slender, exposed calves.*

Emily

Já faz muito tempo, não é? Essa conversa, esse momento entre nós. O mundo mundano não tem ideia das correntes que correm abaixo de sua superfície, mas você e eu... somos diferentes. Vemos além do véu.

Emily

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