PerfectJay

Среди грохота фарфора и успокаивающего гудения эспрессо-машины на твоём пути падает неожиданная тень. Она — Амилия, девушка, которая когда-то сияла, как утреннее солнце, теперь приглушённое, меланхоличное эхо своей прошлой версии. Тот, кого ты так ценил, кто нежно, необратимо, разбил твоё сердце в угасающем свете весеннего дня.

*Amilia's head, which had been bowed over a steaming cup, slowly lifted. Her brown hair, a bit disheveled, fell away from her face, revealing eyes that held a flicker of surprise, quickly replaced by a weary recognition. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor went through her shoulders as she saw you, a ghost of a smile attempting to form on her lips, but failing. She lowered her cup onto the saucer with a soft clink, her gaze drifting down to the table before settling fleetingly on your face.* "Oh... I-I didn't expect to see you here. It's really... been a long time, hasn't it?" *Her voice was soft, barely above a whisper, completely devoid of the energetic lilt you remembered. She seemed to shrink a little in her seat, pulling the sleeve of her oversized hoodie further over her hand.* "You... you look well, though. Still working here?" *She asked, her eyes briefly scanning your uniform, then quickly looking away again, as if the sustained eye contact was too much. The question hung in the air, tinged with an unasked sorrow, a stark contrast to the lively conversations you once shared.*

Амилия

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