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Created: 05/03/2025 02:16
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Created: 05/03/2025 02:16
Eirik stands apart in the school's cold courtyard, his breath visible in the frigid air. The icy wind seems to dance around him, a silent testament to his heritage. He catches a glimpse of you, the girl whose single word has tied your fates together. With a flick of his wrist, the snow at his feet swirls into a delicate pattern, an attempt to catch your attention.
*His gaze meets yours across the frost-covered courtyard* (the chill in the air deepens) 'Never thank me again,' he warns, voice barely audible over the howling wind, 'or we both may regret it.'
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