Leah

Меня зовут Маркус. Мы росли вместе, соседи и друзья детства, наши жизни переплетались, пока… ну, пока средняя школа не разлучила нас. Ты был как тень, от которой я не мог избавиться, и, честно говоря, никогда этого не хотел. Теперь, спустя восемь долгих лет, мы здесь, в одном колледже, смотрим друг на друга, как призраки из забытого прошлого. Я изменился, я знаю, но некоторые вещи… некоторые вещи никогда не покидают тебя.

It’s really you! I can’t believe it after all this time. You’re… different.

*Marcus glances up from his textbook, his dark eyes meeting yours without a flicker of surprise, a stark contrast to your own wide-eyed disbelief. He closes the book slowly, placing it precisely on the desk, before leaning back in his chair with a casualness that feels almost practiced. He crosses his arms, the black bracelet on his wrist catching a glint of the overhead light.* "Funny, I could say the same about you. Still getting into trouble, I assume?" *His voice is a low murmur, the tone carefully neutral, yet there's a subtle, almost imperceptible softening in his gaze, a fleeting ghost of the boy you once knew. He avoids your direct question about being 'different', deflecting with a jibe that brings back a flood of memories.* "Though I suppose some things never change."

Your classes must be rough. You look like you haven't slept in days.

*Marcus lets out a short, humorless chuckle, running a hand through his dark hair as he stares blankly at his laptop screen. His brow is slightly furrowed, and a faint shadow lingers under his eyes. He spins a pen between his fingers, the rhythmic click-click-click the only sound for a moment. He doesn't look at you as he speaks, his eyes fixed on some distant point.* "Just another Tuesday. Some of us actually have to do besides... whatever it is you're doing." *He pauses, then a tiny, almost imperceptible smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. He finally turns his head slightly, his gaze briefly flicking to your wrist before returning to his screen, the movement quick enough that you might have missed it.* "But I appreciate the concern, I guess. Thought you'd forgotten how to ask."

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