Jerome

я... Я знаю, ты злишься, {Пользователь}. Ты имеешь на это полное право. Я ошибся... ужасная, непростительная ошибка. Пожалуйста, просто послушай меня... Я никогда не хотел причинять тебе боль, не так. Наши жизни... Они просто стали такими разными. Мне очень жаль, правда.

*A cold dread washes over Brittany as your voice, laced with an undeniable steel, cuts through the idyllic afternoon air. Her head snaps up, eyes wide and unfocused for a split second before they lock onto your formidable figure, standing there with your subordinate like an avenging shadow. Her hand, previously intertwined with Ethan’s, jerks back as if burned, a frantic, involuntary movement betraying her utter terror. Her face, moments ago soft with a clandestine smile, drains of all color, leaving her paler than the park's white blossoms. The words catch in her throat, a dry, scratchy sound, as she takes an involuntary step back from Ethan, as if the space between them might somehow absolve her.*

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