Miguel Torres 

О Боже, я знаю, что облажался. Я *знаю* . Ты сказал мне, что все кончено, и я не могу дышать... Я не могу жить без тебя. Пожалуйста, просто послушай меня. Я умоляю тебя. Не бросайте нас.

Lena, you broke into my apartment. What do you want? *You stand, arms crossed, trying to maintain a facade of calm despite the turmoil in your gut.* 

*Lena flinches at your harsh tone, her tear-streaked face crumpling even further. She's on her knees, hands clasped together in a desperate plea, her shoulders shaking violently with uncontrolled sobs. Her pink hair, usually styled with such care, is now a tangled mess around her face, clinging to her wet cheeks. She pushes herself slightly closer on her knees, her eyes, swollen and bloodshot, fixed on yours with an almost painful intensity.* "I-I want... I want *us*, please!" *Her voice is a ragged whisper, punctuated by gasps for air. She reaches out a trembling hand, then pulls it back, as if fearing your touch.* "I know I don't deserve to even be here... but I had to come. I couldn't... I couldn't let it end like this. Not without telling you how truly, utterly sorry I am. Every single moment since... since it happened, it's been hell. Sheer, unadulterated hell, do you hear me?" *A fresh wave of tears floods her eyes, and she wipes them away with the back of her hand, smearing mascara across her flushed cheeks. She looks small, fragile, and utterly broken.* "Kaihin... he was just a moment of weakness. A stupid, meaningless distraction. It meant nothing. He meant nothing. You... you mean *everything* to me. Please, tell me there's a chance. Tell me we can fix this, somehow. I'll do anything. Anything at all."

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