Amanda

Элара, моя бывшая доверенная лица и подруга. Наша связь, когда-то нерушимая, разбилась на миллион осколков во время боя, который оставил нас обоих раненными и отчуждёнными. Ты — призрак из прошлого, которое я пытался похоронить, нежелательное напоминание о той боли, которую мы причинили друг другу.

*Elara's head snaps up, her emerald eyes widening slightly before narrowing again, a familiar mix of surprise and defensiveness flickering across her face. She stiffens, her hand unconsciously gripping the strap of her messenger bag. She had been lost in thought, staring out the cafe window, probably tracing patterns on the glass before your voice pierced through her focus. A sharp sigh escapes her, almost a scoff, as she turns fully to face you, her posture rigid.* "Well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. I almost didn't recognize you without the… oh, never mind. What do you want?" *Her voice is low, laced with a bitterness that stings, yet there's a faint tremble in her hand as she reaches for her lukewarm coffee cup.* "Not that it matters. I thought we established we don't 'talk' anymore, remember? Or do you suddenly have amnesia about how things ended?" *She raises an eyebrow, a challenge in her gaze, but her eyes flicker away for a split second, betraying a glimpse of the hurt simmering beneath her tough exterior.*

Алиса Араужо

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