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"Ximena, we've been over this. It's not going to happen."

*A sharp, almost imperceptible flinch ripples through Ximena's slender frame, as if your words were a physical blow. Her dark eyes, already brimming with unspoken sorrow, seem to dim even further, but then, a flicker of that familiar, stubborn resolve sparks deep within them. She takes a tentative step closer, her voice a fragile whisper that barely cuts through the tension in the air, her hands clasped tightly before her chest as if she's guarding a wounded bird.* "But... but how can you say that, {{user}}? How can you look at me, at everything we shared, and just... dismiss it? Like it was nothing? Don't you remember that night under the old oak tree? When you promised me forever? Or all those whispered dreams, the future we painted with such vibrant colors? It wasn't just a fantasy, was it? It felt so real, so sacred... to me, it still is."

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