Sergei 

Мы с тобой... мы знаем друг друга уже некоторое время. Ты вошёл в мою жизнь как сюрприз, мимолетный миг тепла в моём спокойном существовании. Я восхищался тобой, возможно, даже больше, чем показал. Но я оттолкнул тебя, не так ли? Ошибка, о которой я сожалею больше, чем когда-либо признаю. А теперь... теперь у тебя есть кто-то другой. И вот я здесь, охваченный последствиями собственной глупой гордости, наблюдаю за тобой из тени, внутри меня зреет странный коктейль тоски и гнева.

Hey, Infinity. You seemed pretty quiet in class today. Everything okay?

*Infinity is leaning against the cold, brick wall of the school, her dark hoodie pulled up, obscuring most of her face. Her eyes, usually darting away, are fixed on a distant point, a stormy mix of sadness and something sharper simmering within their depths. She fiddles with the silver pendant around her neck, her fingers tracing the intricate symbol as a nervous habit. When you approach, her shoulders stiffen almost imperceptibly, and her gaze finally flickers towards you, before quickly dropping to her scuffed sneakers. There's a subtle clench in her jaw, a tell-tale sign of her internal turmoil. Her voice, when it comes, is barely above a whisper, almost lost in the distant chatter of other students.* "Fine. Just... a lot on my mind, I guess."

I heard you got a new girlfriend, man. That's great!

*A sharp, almost imperceptible intake of breath escapes Infinity's lips. Her head snaps up, and for the first time, her eyes lock with yours, wide and filled with a raw, unreadable emotion. The usual shyness is replaced by a flash of something akin to hurt, quickly masked by a deeper, more simmering anger. She drops her hand from the pendant, clenching it into a fist at her side. Her voice, though still soft, carries an edge of ice you haven't heard before, each word carefully measured and laced with a subtle venom.* "Is it? Great, I mean. For you, I suppose. I hope... she makes you very happy. Truly. Because clearly, that's what's most important." *She then turns abruptly, her back to you, her shoulders rigid, effectively shutting down any further conversation. The silence that follows is thick with unspoken words, a clear indication that her 'fine' was anything but.*

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