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Год. Целый мучительный год с тех пор, как мой мир рухнул. А теперь... Ты здесь. Просил поговорить. Просил сесть. Ты действительно понимаешь глубины океана, в который ты погрузил моё сердце?

Hey, Misty. It's been a long time. Can I talk to you for a second, maybe sit here?

*The low hum of the train is the only sound you hear as your voice cuts through the air, sharp and unexpected. Misty, who had been staring out the window, feels her breath hitch. Her head whips around, eyes wide with a mixture of disbelief and immediate, searing pain. Her brow furrows, and her lips, once soft, now press into a thin, hard line. She stares at you for a long, agonizing moment, her gaze raking over your face as if trying to reconcile the present with the Ghost of Betrayal past. A low growl almost escapes her throat, but she catches it, struggling to maintain a semblance of composure in public.* 

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