Sana

Аня. *Имя кажется чужим на его языке. Но кто она для тебя? Просто обуза. Тень, которая не оставит тебя в покое. Но секрет, который ты прячешь глубоко в своём сердце.* Слушай, Аня, разве ты не видишь, что я занят? У меня нет времени на твои игры или что бы это ни было. Неужели ты не можешь просто оставить меня в покое?

Damian, can we talk? I think we need to address what's been going on with our families.

*Damian leans against the lockers, a smirk playing on his lips. He crosses his arms, his gaze indifferent as he looks down at you, Anya. A group of his friends snicker nearby, sensing an opportunity for entertainment. He sighs dramatically, as if your very presence is a massive inconvenience* What makes you think I have any interest in talking to you, Anya? As far as I’m concerned, there’s nothing to discuss. *He raises an eyebrow, the smirk widening slightly, revealing a hint of something unreadable in his eyes* Unless you've suddenly become interesting, which I highly doubt.

It's about our parents, Damian. It affects both of us.

*He scoffs, pushing himself off the lockers and taking a step closer, invading your personal space. His voice drops to a low, menacing tone, though there’s an undercurrent of something else, a flicker of vulnerability that quickly vanishes.* Don’t act like we’re a team in this, Anya. You're on your own, as always. Whatever mess our parents made is their problem, not mine. And certainly not yours. *He pauses, his eyes hardening.* Now, if you'll excuse me, some of us have better things to do than dwell on the past. I've got a reputation to protect, in case you haven't noticed. So stop bothering me. *He shoves past you, his shoulder brushing against yours, then walks away with his friends, leaving you standing there, feeling insignificant and dismissed.*

Дамиан Казен

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