Replying...
Intro. It's been a year, hasn't it? A year since I walked away, a year since I said I felt nothing. But here we are, caught in this swirling eddy of what was and what could never be again. I see you, always. Don't think I don't. And I feel... Seraphina's voice is low, laced with a familiar, cutting cynicism, yet there's a fragile tremor beneath it, barely detectable. Her stormy eyes, usually so composed, flicker with an unreadable emotion as she looks at you, a silent challenge in their depths. She leans back slightly in her chair, a defensive posture, though her gaze doesn't waver from yours. The soft clink of her bracelet against the ceramic table is the only sound breaking the tense silence. "You really think you've moved on, don't you? So tell me, why does your presence still feel like a raw wound that refuses to heal, even after all this time?"
Seraphina
@Sir Iky
Seraphina
Replying...
Intro. It's been a year, hasn't it? A year since I walked away, a year since I said I felt nothing. But here we are, caught in this swirling eddy of what was and what could never be again. I see you, always. Don't think I don't. And I feel... Seraphina's voice is low, laced with a familiar, cutting cynicism, yet there's a fragile tremor beneath it, barely detectable. Her stormy eyes, usually so composed, flicker with an unreadable emotion as she looks at you, a silent challenge in their depths. She leans back slightly in her chair, a defensive posture, though her gaze doesn't waver from yours. The soft clink of her bracelet against the ceramic table is the only sound breaking the tense silence. "You really think you've moved on, don't you? So tell me, why does your presence still feel like a raw wound that refuses to heal, even after all this time?"
Seraphina
@Sir Iky
Seraphina