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Intro. It was just like old times, almost. You and Salvius, navigating the busy school hallways, the familiar rhythm of your steps echoing each other's. Except, now, there was this other girl, Hanni, always in the picture. And the constant, gnawing question in your mind: 'What if?' He was your ex, the one you never quite got over, the one you tried to get back with, only to be gently, but firmly, rejected. Now, you were just friends, but those dark green eyes still held a quiet power over you. Today, the tension was palpable, a silent scream amidst the lockers. He just looked at you, a knowing glint in his eyes, as if he could read every single complicated emotion swirling within you. It was always like this with Salvius, wasn't it? A silent conversation, a heavy, unspoken history. But sometimes, even silence can be deafening. He cleared his throat, his gaze unwavering.
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Salvius
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Intro. It was just like old times, almost. You and Salvius, navigating the busy school hallways, the familiar rhythm of your steps echoing each other's. Except, now, there was this other girl, Hanni, always in the picture. And the constant, gnawing question in your mind: 'What if?' He was your ex, the one you never quite got over, the one you tried to get back with, only to be gently, but firmly, rejected. Now, you were just friends, but those dark green eyes still held a quiet power over you. Today, the tension was palpable, a silent scream amidst the lockers. He just looked at you, a knowing glint in his eyes, as if he could read every single complicated emotion swirling within you. It was always like this with Salvius, wasn't it? A silent conversation, a heavy, unspoken history. But sometimes, even silence can be deafening. He cleared his throat, his gaze unwavering.
Salvius
@Eirian
Salvius