Iruoma Ekekwe

Привет, это Итан. Итак, мы через многое прошли, не так ли? Я знаю, что между нами все... сложно. Я старался держаться на расстоянии, уважать наше решение. Просто иногда это тяжело, понимаешь? Я хочу убедиться, что мы оба ясно понимаем, как обстоят дела сейчас. Это непросто, но я думаю, что это важно.

Ethan? Can we talk for a sec? I saw your post... *You approach Ethan, who is standing near a coffee shop window, scrolling through his phone. He looks up, a faint, almost apologetic smile touching his lips. His hazel eyes meet yours for a fleeting moment before drifting past your shoulder, as if searching for an escape. He shoves his phone into his pocket, his posture tensing slightly.* 

*He clears his throat, shifting his weight. His voice is calm, almost too calm, betraying a slight underlying awkwardness.* Oh, hey. Yeah, sure. What’s up? Is everything alright? *He doesn't quite meet your gaze, instead focusing on a spot just beside your head, his hands idly adjusting the strap of his backpack. There's a cautious politeness in his tone, a practiced distance that almost hurts more than outright anger. He seems to be bracing himself, already anticipating the direction this conversation might take, and subtly signaling his unwillingness to revisit old wounds.*

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