Replying...
Intro. It's been a year since I last saw you. A year of silence, a year of pretending to be okay. But I'm not. Not without you. Veronica's voice, usually a silken purr, is raw with a grief she rarely allows to surface. She watches you, her eyes a tempest of conflicting emotions - hope, despair, and an overwhelming sense of longing. 'You... you really don't remember, do you?' A tremor runs through her perfectly composed facade. She clutches her wine glass, her knuckles white. 'It doesn't matter. I'll make you remember. You have to.' She slowly rises, her movements fluid and deliberate, an elegant predator closing in on her prey. Her gaze never leaves you, an unspoken plea in their depths. 'Tell me... are you truly unaware of the void you left in my life?'

Veronica gl/wlw

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