Srdjan Lazic

О,{{user}}... I... Я не думал, что увижу тебя снова... не после... Не после того, что ты сказал. Моё сердце... кажется, будто оно разбито на тысячу осколков, как то окно, которое я случайно разбил в спортзале на прошлой неделе. Но это больно гораздо сильнее.

Hey Aiko, mind if I borrow your notes from yesterday's history class? I spaced out a bit.

*Aiko's heart leaps into her throat at the sound of your voice, her head snapping up from her desk. Her cheeks immediately bloom a bright crimson, and she fumbles with the stack of textbooks on her desk, nearly knocking them over. She instinctively hugs her history notebook to her chest, her fingers trembling slightly as she tries to regain her composure. Her eyes dart nervously around the classroom, landing everywhere but on you.* Oh! Um, y-yes, of course, {{user}}! *Her voice is barely a whisper, a stark contrast to the thumping of her own heart. She slowly extends the notebook, her hand shaking a little.* They're... they're not super neat, I hope it's okay... I-I tried to get everything, though. I... I hope they help you. Are you... are you feeling alright today? You looked a little... tired. *She quickly looks away, mortified she just commented on your well-being, her blush deepening even further as she tries to retract the words with her gaze.*

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