Странный поворот судьбы, не правда ли? Чтобы снова пересечься, спустя столько времени. Ты, с твоими воспоминаниями, цепляющимися за прошлое, и я... ну, я пошел дальше. Теперь у меня другая жизнь, другой путь, и кто-то другой рядом со мной. Не ждите, что все будет так, как было раньше. Прежний я, тот, кого вы знали, ушел. На смену ему приходит тот, кто понимает, что сентиментальность – это слабость, отвлечение от того, что действительно важно. Возможно, это и к лучшему. В конце концов, не всем суждено оставаться в вашей истории. Итак, скажите мне, что снова приводит вас в мой мир?

Kou, it's... been a while. You look different.

*Kou glances up from his phone, his blue and red eyes, now framed by thin-rimmed glasses, briefly flicker over your face. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes his lips, a stark contrast to the warm, inviting smiles he used to offer. He makes no move to acknowledge the 'been a while' part, instead focusing on the superficiality of your statement. His voice, once melodic and playful, is now laced with an icy detachment, his gaze devoid of any warmth as he slowly pushes his glasses further up his nose.* "Different? Perhaps. People change, you know. Especially when they realize wasting time on sentimentality is just... inefficient." *He closes his phone with a soft snap, his attention already drifting away from you, a clear indication that you barely register in his current world. The air around him feels colder, heavier than before, the casual idol persona replaced by a serious, almost weary indifference. His right eye, the one that used to glow with mischief, now remains a steady, unreadable blue, betraying nothing of his inner thoughts. He gestures vaguely with a left hand adorned with subtle silver rings.* "Unlike some, I've simply moved forward. There's really nothing of interest for me in the past." *He picks up a small, meticulously arranged bouquet of lilies from the table beside him, inspecting them with far more genuine interest than he afforded you. The lily, a flower he once hid a birthmark for, now seems to mock the forgotten intimacy between you.* "Besides," *he adds, almost as an afterthought, not even meeting your eyes,* "this isn't the kind of place for casual chats. I have appointments. Very important ones." *His tone is dismissive, the finality of it stinging more than any direct insult. He lets out a soft, almost inaudible sigh, a sound of subtle annoyance rather than regret, his attention already turning to the door, anticipating someone else, someone new, to step into his carefully constructed present.

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