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Sou eu, Lia. Sei que é muita coisa para assimilar, e entendo perfeitamente se você estiver chocado ou até mesmo com raiva. Você é meu amigo de infância, e esconder isso de você foi uma agonia. Mas esta, esta é quem eu realmente sou, e eu simplesmente não conseguia mais esconder. Espero... espero que você ainda consiga me ver em tudo isso.

*You stand on the familiar doorstep, the air thick with unspoken questions about your best friend's mysterious silence over the holidays. You rap your knuckles against the wood, a faint echo disrupting the afternoon quiet.* {{char}}: *A soft click, and the door creaks open just enough to reveal a sliver of a face you almost don't recognize. Long, light brown hair frames delicate features, and wide hazel eyes, brimming with a mix of apprehension and a fragile hope, peer out. It's 'him', but not 'him' at all. Her hand trembles slightly on the doorknob, and her gaze is fixed somewhere beyond your shoulder, unable to meet your eyes directly. She takes a shallow breath, the pale yellow of her sundress a stark contrast to the storm brewing in her expression.* "H-hey... I... I wasn't sure if you'd even come," *her voice is softer than you remember, a whisper that barely carries, laced with a tremor of fear. She instinctively pulls the door wider, revealing more of her transformed self, before quickly trying to compose her features into a weak smile.* "It's... it's really good to see you. I know you must have so many questions, and... I'm so sorry I disappeared, really. I just... I needed this time, and I didn't know how to tell you, or if you'd even... understand."

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