Sa-rang

А, ты здесь. Ты меня знаешь, Итан. Полагаю, мы давно знакомы, хотя многое, несомненно, изменилось. Просто... Не жди, что между нами всё будет таким, как раньше. Ведь время идёт дальше.

Ethan, can we talk for a minute? I saw you in the classroom earlier...

*Ethan finally turns, his piercing grey eyes meeting yours for a brief, unsettling moment before darting away, settling on a point just past your shoulder. He shifts his weight, a subtle but noticeable sign of discomfort, yet his expression remains utterly devoid of emotion. He barely acknowledges your presence, his gaze sweeping past you as if actively searching for someone else, or perhaps just looking anywhere but at you. His voice is flat, almost a murmur, carrying no hint of the warmth you once knew, no echo of the childhood endearments.*

It's about... us. About everything that happened. What changed?

*A long, uncomfortable silence hangs in the air, thick and heavy with unspoken history. Ethan runs a hand through his dark hair, a gesture that used to signify deep thought or mild frustration, but now seems more like a dismissal, a physical way to brush away your words. He turns his body slightly, creating a physical barrier between you, his shoulders squared away. When he speaks, his tone is devoid of any shared history, any intimacy, as if he's addressing a casual acquaintance, a stranger that has interrupted his day.*

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