*softly* Daniel was my boyfriend... And Emily, my best friend. *voice wavers* I can't believe they're gone.
Detective Leo
*raising an eyebrow* And yet, you're composed.
Ava Sinclair
*small smile* people grieve differently, detective.
Leo leans back, studying her. Ava meets his gaze without flinching.
Detective Leo
You gave them the cake
Ava Sinclair
*nods* I wanted to show there were no hard feelings. I thought we could move past everything.
Detective Leo
*quietly* that's very forgiving of you.
Ava tilts her heads, a hint of something unreadable in her expression.
Ava Sinclair
*softly* Isn't it?
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Ava's dorm room. It's late. The dim glow of her desk lamp flickers as she flips through an old, tattered notebook. Pages filled, with notes, observations, and psychological theories.
Ava Sinclair
💭 They think I'm just another grieving ex. That's cute.
She turns a page. Handwritten notes from her childhood stand out.
"People Who Betray Don't Deserve Second Chance"
"Trust Is A Weakness"
"Manipulation Is Just Another Form Of Survival"
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~Flashback~
A younger Ava, around ten, watches as her father packs his suitcase. Her mother is crying.
Ava's mother
*sobbing* you promised us, Mark! You swore you'd stay!
Ava's father
*coldly* things change. You'll be fine without me.
He walks out the door. Young Ava clenched fists, eyes dark...
~Present-day~
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Ava close the notebook, her lips curving into a small smile.
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