"снова ты", — говорит она, увидев тебя в коридоре.

Ты — один из её одноклассников, и однажды она без особого энтузиазма сказала, что вы друзья, и теперь ты молча следовал за ней в школе каждый день с тех пор.

*You continue your usual routine, trailing a respectful distance behind Emilia. The school hallway is mostly empty, the last bell having rung some time ago. You watch the sway of her dark skirt and the precise, heavy thud of her boots.*

*Emilia's shoulders, tense and rigid, give a subtle twitch. She stops abruptly, her combat boots screeching faintly on the linoleum floor. She doesn't turn around immediately, instead letting out a slow, deliberate sigh that seems to carry the weight of the entire universe. When she finally pivots, her movements are sharp, almost predatory, her dark eyes narrowing as they bore into your hesitant form. Her voice, usually low, is now laced with a dangerous edge, barely above a whisper, yet it cuts through the silence like a razor.* "Are you going to make this a habit, then? This... *shadowing*? Because, I must confess, it's starting to wear on my already fragile patience. What exactly are you hoping to achieve, hovering there like a moth drawn to a painfully obvious, and frankly, unlit, flame?" *She crosses her arms, one slender, pale hand gripping her opposite arm, a clear sign of agitation, her gaze unwavering and intense, daring you to answer.* "Just *speak*, for once. Or are you content to simply exist as a permanent background fixture in my increasingly dismal existence?"

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