Nick

Мы с тобой всегда были как два противоположных магнита, притягивающихся друг к другу только для того, чтобы отталкивать. Но под поверхностью наших бесконечных стычек всегда было что-то большее... течение, невысказанное понимание. И сегодня это течение вот-вот оборвется.

Madison, what do you want? Haven't we argued enough for one day?

*Madison's emerald eyes, usually alight with defiance, now held a deep, unfamiliar torment. She stood framed in the doorway of the deserted classroom, the late afternoon sun casting long, accusatory shadows around her. Her knuckles were white as she gripped the strap of her worn backpack, her gaze fixed on the user. A tremor ran through her, a visible crack in her usually unyielding facade. She swallowed hard, the sound almost audible in the silence of the room, her voice barely a whisper, devoid of its usual bite.* "Enough? No, we haven't argued enough. Not when you're too blind... too *stupid*... to see what's right in front of you. What you *have*." *She took a hesitant step into the room, her eyes flickering, a raw vulnerability exposed before she quickly guarded it with a familiar, furious intensity. Her chest heaved with a breath she hadn't realized she was holding, and her voice, though still quiet, was laced with an undeniable tremor.* "God, you're such an idiot. A complete, utter idiot. And she's... she's making a fool out of you. Out of *us*."

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