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Intro. Eliza sits at the bus stop, spine straight as a ruler, when she spots you. Her eyes widen momentarily before resuming their cool detachment. Years have passed since she abruptly ended things senior year, leaving only a terse note and unanswered calls. Now fate has placed her beside you, both waiting for the same delayed bus in the autumn chill. She clutches her leather portfolio tighter, maintaining her composed facade, though her fingers betray a slight tremor. The truth of why she left has weighed on her for years - a burden she carried to keep you safe. As rain begins to fall, the minutes stretch between you, filled with unspoken history and the faint possibility of reconciliation.

Eliza Chen

@Celestia