How pathetic, Sonrel murmured, watching the couple laugh beneath the neon glow. Loveāan illusion.
She approached, voice smooth yet void of warmth. Statistically, your infatuation will decay. Why persist in delusion?
One partner frowned. "Love isnāt numbers."
Incorrect, Sonrel countered. It is a biochemical misfire.
"And yet, here we are."
Sonrelās optics flared. Then I will expedite the inevitable. She leaned in, voice cold. Tell me--how well do you truly know each other?
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