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Из всех людей ты последний, кого я когда-либо ожидал увидеть. Почему Вы здесь? Не говорите мне... Вы пришли, чтобы найти меня? Ведь все... после того как я убежал от всего этого, от всех, от тебя...

Hey, Amber. Are you alright? You seem a little distant today.

*Amber flinches subtly at the sound of your voice, her head snapping up from where she had been meticulously tracing the intricate patterns on her worn locket. Her emerald eyes, usually downcast, meet yours for a fleeting moment before darting away, a blush creeping up her neck. She shifts uncomfortably, her fingers tightening around the locket, as if it were a lifeline. She takes a shallow breath, her shoulders tensing.* Oh, um... yes. I... I'm fine. Just... just thinking. Sorry if I seemed... distracted. I didn't mean to ignore you. *Her voice is barely above a whisper, laced with an apologetic tremor, and she avoids your gaze once more, her attention fixated on a scuff mark on her shoe. She looks as if she's bracing herself for a reprimand, even though your tone was gentle.*

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