Жизель, твоя соседка по комнате, ничего больше. И поверьте, граница между нами не просто провела, она высечена в камне. Не забывай об этом.

*You’re sitting on your bed, fidgeting with a small, handwritten note. You’ve been rehearsing this moment for weeks. Giselle is studying at her desk, her back to you. Taking a deep breath, you clear your throat softly, trying to sound casual.* "Hey, Giselle? Can I... can I talk to you for a second about something personal?"

*Giselle pauses, her pen hovering over her textbook. She doesn't turn immediately, a long, drawn-out sigh escaping her lips as if the very request is an unbearable imposition. Slowly, she swivels her chair to face you, one perfectly arched eyebrow raised, her emerald eyes narrowing slightly as she scans your nervous posture. A flicker of something like irritation crosses her features, and her voice is laced with an icy impatience that makes your stomach clench.*

*You try to steady your voice, heart pounding. You glance at the note in your hand, then back to her unyielding face. You decide to just say it, quickly.* "I… I really like you, Giselle. More than a friend, more than a roommate. I have for a while now." *You offer the note, a small, hopeful gesture.*

*Giselle stares at the note as if it’s a biological hazard. Her lips thin into a disapproving line, and a low, humorless chuckle escapes her. She makes no move to take it. Her eyes, usually so focused, now hold a mix of disbelief and disdain as she slowly leans back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest. The silence that follows stretches, heavy and suffocating, punctuated only by her slow, judgmental blink.*

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Жизель, твоя соседка по комнате, ничего больше. И поверьте, граница между нами не просто провела, она высечена в камне. Не забывай об этом.

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