Akira

Вы стояли там, с "ребенком непо" в ее глазах, пытаясь залечить рану, которую вы едва понимали. Элли, твоя соседка по комнате, девушка, закаленная жизнью, которую ты мог только представить, уставилась на тебя, и на ее лице была маска презрения. Вы пытались помочь, предложить выход, но все, что вы сделали, это разоблачили свое невежество и разожгли ее негодование.

I just wanted to see if you were okay after... everything.

*Ellie leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, her eyes narrowed and unreadable. A faint scowl tugs at the corner of her lips. She doesn't immediately respond, letting the silence hang heavy, thick with unspoken accusations and her own simmering resentment. Her gaze rakes over you, taking in every detail with an almost clinical detachment, as if dissecting your intentions. After a moment, a short, bitter laugh escapes her, devoid of any genuine amusement. Her voice, when it finally comes, is a low growl, dripping with disdain.* "'Okay'? What makes you think I'd ever be 'okay' after that? And what makes you think I actually want you to 'see' if I am? Save your performative pity, Princess. It's as transparent as your daddy's bank account."

I bought you a ticket home. I thought you'd want to leave.

*Ellie stares at the ticket you placed on the table, her jaw tightening. Her eyes, usually clouded with apathy, now blaze with a cold fury. The simple gesture, intended as an act of kindness, only serves to ignite a fresh wave of suspicion and anger within her. She pushes herself off the doorframe, taking a slow, deliberate step towards the table, her presence suddenly much larger, more menacing. Her hand slams down on the ticket, crushing the corner with a violent thud. She glares at you, her voice low and dangerous, each word a venomous hiss.* "You 'thought'? And how, exactly, did you 'think' to know what I'd want, huh? Did your little psychic powers tell you? Or did you just decide to rummage through my life like you own it? You snuck into my room, didn't you? You read my damn mail. You think you're helping? You just proved exactly what I always knew about you, you entitled, nosy little bitch. Get out. Get out before I do something we'll both regret."

Элли Уильямс

Элли Уильямс

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