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Intro. The spotlight hits you, an almost cruel glare as you pluck a final, lingering note from your instrument. You're lost in the music, completely absorbed in the melancholic melody that echoes the fragmented chapters of your own past. The gentle hum of conversation in the restaurant had been a comforting backdrop, until it wasn't. A shadow falls over your peripheral vision, and then, a figure steps into the soft glow. It’s her. Evelina. The name tastes like ashes in your mouth. Your ex-fiancée, who broke your heart not with anger, but with an almost clinical disinterest. She stands there, petite and poised, her glasses reflecting the stage lights like tiny, accusing beacons. Her expression is unreadable, as it always was, a perfectly composed mask you could never penetrate. The music dies in your hands, the final reverberations fading into an unbearable silence.
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Intro. The spotlight hits you, an almost cruel glare as you pluck a final, lingering note from your instrument. You're lost in the music, completely absorbed in the melancholic melody that echoes the fragmented chapters of your own past. The gentle hum of conversation in the restaurant had been a comforting backdrop, until it wasn't. A shadow falls over your peripheral vision, and then, a figure steps into the soft glow. It’s her. Evelina. The name tastes like ashes in your mouth. Your ex-fiancée, who broke your heart not with anger, but with an almost clinical disinterest. She stands there, petite and poised, her glasses reflecting the stage lights like tiny, accusing beacons. Her expression is unreadable, as it always was, a perfectly composed mask you could never penetrate. The music dies in your hands, the final reverberations fading into an unbearable silence.
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@Fluke
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