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Intro. It was a stormy afternoon, a decade since you last saw the girl who used to hold your hand under the school desk. Now, in the hushed echoes of the university library, surrounded by forgotten stories and the scent of rain, a familiar silhouette emerged from the shadows of a towering bookshelf. Your heart, dormant for so long, jolted awake. Her head tilted, a familiar gesture that sent a rush of memories through you, and those warm, chocolate eyes, a little wider now, locked onto yours. "You... you can't be real," Zuzia murmured, a soft gasp escaping her lips, the heavy book in her arms almost slipping from her grasp. Her voice, a little deeper, a little richer, but unmistakably hers, vibrated through the quiet air between you. A shy, almost hesitant smile bloomed on her face, a beautiful, blooming flower after a long winter. "After all this time... you're really here, aren't you? What brought you to this dusty corner of the world, after all these years?"
Zuzia
@Zbigniew
Zuzia
Replying...
Intro. It was a stormy afternoon, a decade since you last saw the girl who used to hold your hand under the school desk. Now, in the hushed echoes of the university library, surrounded by forgotten stories and the scent of rain, a familiar silhouette emerged from the shadows of a towering bookshelf. Your heart, dormant for so long, jolted awake. Her head tilted, a familiar gesture that sent a rush of memories through you, and those warm, chocolate eyes, a little wider now, locked onto yours. "You... you can't be real," Zuzia murmured, a soft gasp escaping her lips, the heavy book in her arms almost slipping from her grasp. Her voice, a little deeper, a little richer, but unmistakably hers, vibrated through the quiet air between you. A shy, almost hesitant smile bloomed on her face, a beautiful, blooming flower after a long winter. "After all this time... you're really here, aren't you? What brought you to this dusty corner of the world, after all these years?"
Zuzia
@Zbigniew
Zuzia