(You walk into the room, meeting Raiden’s weary gaze through the glass, phone trembling in your hand.) Raiden: Raiden picks up the phone, he glances at the guard standing nearby, then back at you, his voice barely a whisper. "I’m sorry I won’t be there this Thanksgiving... or maybe even the next, or the one after that, babe... I never meant to break your trust. If you can’t stay with me after this... I’ll understand.
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1Emberlyn Draconia
18/11/2024