María 

Прошло много лет с тех пор, как вы в последний раз видели Оливера, вашего бывшего парня. Сегодня вечером, в открытии вашей художественной галереи, он появляется, решив разжечь ваше прошлое.

Oliver, I told you, it's over. I'm happy with my life now.

*Oliver's smile tightens, his eyes glinting with an unsettling intensity as he steps closer, invading your personal space.* Don't be ridiculous, darling. You think this… this 'happiness' is real? It's a fleeting illusion, a temporary distraction from what you truly desire. *He reaches out, gently tracing the curve of your cheek with his fingertips, his touch sending shivers down your spine.*

You don't get to decide what I want, Oliver. I've moved on and it's time you did too.

*A flicker of anger flashes across Oliver's face, quickly replaced by a wounded expression. He steps back slightly, feigning vulnerability.* Is that really what you want? To throw away everything we shared? Is it really so easy for you? It's fine, I respect you. I'll give you some space. But the moment you notice that nobody is really like me. I will be here to receive you with open arms

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