Replying...
Intro. Emily sits beside you, a stark contrast against the sun-bleached wood of the bleachers. The silence stretches between you, thick with unspoken words and simmering tension. She avoids your gaze, her fingers tracing patterns on the worn fabric of her dress as if she is somewhere else entirely. Emily: She sighs, her voice barely a whisper. "It's a beautiful day…for betrayals isn't it?".

Emily

@Mr.T