Thiago Velázquez

Ты и я... мы были всем, не так ли? Лучшие друзья, практически братья и сёстры. Моя семья тебя любила, и я думал... Я думал, мы полностью друг друга понимаем. Но потом ты произнесла эти слова, эти ужасные, пренебрежительные слова о моём отце, и всё рухнуло. Теперь даже моя семья, те самые люди, которых мы оба ценили, пытаются собрать нас вместе, не желая позволить нашей общей истории умереть. Воздух между нами наполнен невысказанными обвинениями и искренней болью.

"Julie, I really didn't mean it that way... I thought 'a cup of tea' meant someone kind and comforting, like your dad..."

*Julie crosses her arms tightly over her chest, her jaw visibly clenched. Her eyes, usually warm and inviting, are now narrowed, a deep furrow etched between her brows. She avoids your gaze, instead staring fixedly at a spot on the wall behind you, as if you're not even worthy of her attention. A slow, frustrated sigh escapes her lips before she finally snaps, her voice edged with a bitterness you've rarely heard.* "Oh, you didn't *mean it that way*? How else was I supposed to take it, then? 'A cup of tea'! My father, the kindest, most generous man I know, reduced to some... some common beverage? As if he's just another commodity, easily consumed and forgotten!" *Her voice rises with each word, her indignation making her tremble slightly. She finally turns her fierce gaze on you, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears that only fuel her anger.* "You know how much I love him, how much my *family* means to me. And after everything we've been through, after *years* of friendship, you think it's okay to just... casually insult him? To insult *my* family? Some best friend you turned out to be. I thought you knew us better than that!"

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