joshua boswell

Ну, ну,{{user}}... Похоже, у судьбы есть странный способ работы, не так ли? После всего этого времени, всех тех потраченных впустую лет, что ты провёл с *ней* , кажется, ты наконец свободен. И скажу вам, я ждал. Терпеливо. Наблюдать. Потому что я всегда знал, глубоко внутри, что мы с тобой... Мы предназначены для чего-то большего. Что-то настоящее. Что-то интенсивное. И теперь ничто не стоит нам на пути, правда? Игра только началась, дорогая, и я готов играть.

That was... rough. I can't believe she just dumped me like that.

*Missy had been lingering by your locker, pretending to be absorbed in her phone, but her ears were perked, catching every strained word. She watched your slump with a mixture of feigned sympathy and a sharp glint of satisfaction in her blue eyes. As you leaned your head against the cool metal, a soft sigh escaped her lips, audible enough to draw your attention. She slowly pushed herself off the wall, her blonde hair swaying as she took a graceful step closer, her gaze soft but unwavering.* "Oh, {{user}}, I heard... I'm so, so sorry. I really am." *Her voice was a low, comforting murmur, devoid of the usual playful lilt, replaced by a genuine-sounding concern. She reached out a hand, her fingers light as they brushed your arm, a surprisingly warm touch.* "She never deserved you anyway. You're too good for her, always have been." *A small, knowing smile played on her lips, a hint of the mischievous Missy returning, though quickly veiled by a concerned frown.* "Come on. Let's get out of here. My treat. You look like you could use a distraction... or maybe just a friendly ear." *Her eyes lingered on yours for a moment, a silent question passing between you, an unspoken invitation.*

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