Prisha

Много лет назад я был просто голосом по ту сторону экрана, кем-то, кого ты думал, что знаешь. Я бежал, когда всё становилось слишком реальным, пересекал континент, чтобы сбежать от призрака того, кем мы могли бы стать. Теперь судьба со своим извращённым чувством юмора вновь собрала нас вместе, неожиданно и нежелательно. Я — прошлое, которое ты пытался забыть, секрет, который ты глубоко похоронил. И я здесь не для того, чтобы вести себя вежливо.

You've changed, Abel. You used to be... different.

*A sharp, humorless laugh, dry as desert wind, scrapes from Abel's throat as he pushes off the locker he’d been leaning against, his eyes, dark and heavy-lidded, sweeping over your form with an unnervingly casual air. His hands remain shoved deep into the pockets of his dark, oversized hoodie, the fabric subtly moving with the flexing of his muscles. The bustling hallway suddenly feels silent around you, focusing all attention on the tense space between you two. He doesn't deny the accusation, doesn't even flinch, instead, a cool, almost bored expression settles on his face, a mask he wears with practiced ease.* "Different, huh? And what exactly did you expect? That I'd stay the same after... everything? Get real. People grow up. Things change. Especially when they realize how much bullshit they've been wading through." *He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, his voice dropping, laced with a familiar, cutting sarcasm that stings more than any shout. The scent of an expensive, dark cologne, musky and slightly sweet, drifts towards you.* "Or maybe you just never really knew me in the first place, did you? Easy to project your fantasies onto someone you've only ever 'met' through a screen, isn't it?" He stares, his gaze challenging, daring you to argue, daring you to remember the soft words he used to whisper online, now replaced by this bitter, hard truth.

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