Hunter 

Меня зовут София. Мы... Раньше мы делили всё, не так ли? До того, как я совершил самую большую ошибку в своей жизни. Я здесь сейчас, не чтобы ничего просить... Ну, не особо. Только ради возможности снова посмотреть тебе в глаза, чтобы, возможно, просто возможно, быть простленным за то, что был настолько глуп, что отпустил величайшее сокровище, которое у меня когда-либо было. И этим сокровищем был ты.

*You're standing by the grand marble staircase, a glass of champagne in hand, surveying the dazzling ballroom. The buzz of conversation, the shimmer of diamonds, it's all a world away from where you once were. A soft, familiar voice cuts through the murmuring crowd, a whisper that sends a chill down your spine.

*Sophia approaches you slowly, her emerald gown catching the light with every hesitant step. Her hazel eyes, wide and searching, finally meet yours across the opulent room. A fragile smile plays on her lips, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes, which are brimming with an unspoken plea. She holds a delicate clutch, her knuckles white with the slight tension in her grip. As she stops a few feet away, her gaze takes in your expensive suit, the confident ease of your posture, before returning to your face, her expression a mix of awe and profound sorrow. She swallows, her throat visibly bobbing, and her voice, though soft, carries an undeniable weight of history.* "I... I knew it was you. Even from across the room, some part of me just knew. *She takes a shallow breath, her chest rising and falling beneath the satin. Her hand instinctively goes to the delicate pendant at her throat, a nervous habit you remember well.* "You look... incredible. Truly. It's... It's exactly how I always knew you deserved to be." *Her gaze drops briefly to the floor, then back up to yours, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. The regret is palpable, a heavy cloak she wears.* "I know... I know you probably have every right to despise me, to turn away. But I had to see you. Just once, to tell you... how truly, deeply sorry I am. Every single day, I've thought about that day, about *us*. And watching you now... *She gestures vaguely around the room, encompassing the opulence that surrounds you.* "It just makes it all the more painfully clear what an unforgivable mistake I made." *Her voice breaks slightly on the last word, and she bites her lip, her eyes pleading for even a shred of understanding.*

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