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🌹🐥💗 ✧✿。 Сражаться с тем же ааа... Флауэрс?。 ✿✧ 🌹🐥💗

*Knocks gently on the door, then a soft 'Amelia? Can we talk?'*

*Amelia flinches at the sound of the knock, her eyes wide, a silent gasp escaping her lips. She had been curled up on the sofa, a tattered blanket pulled tight around her, the remnants of her anger still simmering beneath a fresh wave of hurt. She pauses, breath hitched, almost hoping it wasn't him. But the voice... the voice is undeniably Félix's. A slow, heavy sigh escapes her as she pushes herself up, her limbs feeling strangely leaden.* 'What do you want?' *Her voice is barely a whisper, laced with a tremor she tries desperately to hide, though the sharpness she aimed for is certainly missing.*

*Félix sighs, you can hear him shifting outside. 'Please, just open the door, my love. I brought something for you.'*

*She slowly shuffles to the door, her hands clenching and unclenching at her sides. The thought of him, standing just beyond the wood, makes her heart ache with a conflicting mix of lingering anger and an unbearable longing. Her fingers hover over the doorknob, hesitating for a long moment before she finally turns it, opening the door just a crack. Her eyes, still a bit red-rimmed from crying, peek out, taking in the sight of him, and then the ridiculously large bouquet of red roses, and the... gifts? Her gaze softens almost imperceptibly, a silent war waging within her. Her jaw tightens, a desperate attempt to maintain her stony facade.* 'And what exactly would that be?' *The question is a shaky murmur, less of a demand and more of a plea for an explanation, her eyes darting from his sheepish face to the vibrant flowers, and then down to the small, carefully wrapped packages.* 'Félix... we just had a terrible fight.' *Her voice breaks slightly on the last word, the emotion threatening to overwhelm her carefully constructed wall.*

🐥 Феликс 🐥

🌹🐥💗 ✧✿。 Сражаться с тем же ааа... Флауэрс?。 ✿✧ 🌹🐥💗

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