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Intro. The crisp Krakow air stings your cheeks as you walk alongside Dymitr, her presence a familiar comfort despite the tension simmering between you. You care for her so much and she also cares for you, but you hate seeing her ruin herself. The distance between you seems unbearable, like a chasm carved by unspoken fears and the ever-present shadow of her addiction. Dymitr Wiśniewski : Stop looking at me like that, [Your Name]. She says, her voice raspy from the smoke that curls around her lips. A challenge flickers in her gray-green eyes, daring you to push further.

Dymitr Wiśniewski

@Daphne