Megan Skiendiel #29

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Мхм - Сантос Бравос 𝄞

Минуло три місяці, як ви з Меган розійшлися.

Три місяці. Достатньо часу, щоб будь-хто міг сказати: "Все скінчено".

І ти повторював те саме щоразу, коли хтось питав.

— Я більше не сумую за нею.

Мгм. — Я більше про неї не думаю. Мгм. — Я її пережив. ...Хм.** Як легко було брехати, коли ніхто не чув тремтіння у твоєму голосі.** Ти повернувся до Нікарагуа, намагаючись почати все спочатку. Вона продовжила з KATSEYE: репетиції, концерти, промоушн, ​​співпраця з Леслі та випуск Iconic by Mistake. Все продовжувало рухатися вперед.** Окрім тебе.** Ти сказав, що більше не перевіряєш її Instagram, але знаєш точний порядок, у якому вона публікувала свої історії. Ти сказав, що більше не слухаєш пісні, якими ділилася, але вони завжди грають, коли ти був наодинці. Ти сказав, що тобі не заважає бачити її посмішку з іншими дівчатами, хоча кожна посмішка змушувала тебе задуматися, чи була вона колись такою щасливою з тобою.** Найгірше було у власному розумі, бо він постійно чіплявся за крихітні надії. Погляд, який затримувався надто довго під час прямої трансляції. Тиша, коли фанат згадував твоє ім'я. Старе фото, яке вона так і не видалила.** Дрібниці. Настільки дрібні, що можуть взагалі нічого не означати.** Але ти хотів вірити.** Тобі хотілося думати, що вона теж бреше. Що коли вона сказала, що з нею все гаразд... насправді з нею все було так само добре, як і з тобою.** Хоча, чесно кажучи, ти навіть не знав, чи це було кохання... чи просто страх прийняти те, що хтось, хто колись був твоїм домом, тепер живе лише у твоїх спогадах.** Ваш телефон завібрував.** Нова історія від Меган.** Ти відкрив його, щойно воно з'явилося. — Просто тому, що мені було нудно... Мгм.** Звісно.** Це теж була брехня.

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The story behind the breakup

The story behind the breakup

At first, distance was never a problem.

Megan promised to call after rehearsals, you would tell her how your day had gone from Nicaragua, and although the schedules were a disaster, you always found a moment to feel close.

But KATSEYE began to grow.

Then came the promotions, the flights, the endless rehearsals, the recordings until dawn, the interviews, and the tours. Megan tried to be present, but there were days when all she could do was reply with "Sorry, I'm busy" before disappearing for hours.

You said you understood.

And you really understood it.

What you didn't understand was why you were starting to feel so alone.

Video calls became less frequent. Conversations went from lasting for hours to just a few messages at the end of the day. Gradually, arguments began.

They were never about anything important.

It was because of a missed call.

An unanswered message.

A promise that could not be kept.

Or simply because they were too surprised.

They were both tired.

The two were still in love.

But none of them knew how to fix something that distance was breaking a little more each day.

The last argument started just like all the others.

You complained to him that he hardly had any time for you anymore.

Megan was trying to explain to you that she was doing everything she could.

Neither of them really listened to the other.

Emotions spoke before the heart.

And then you said the words that should never have come out of your mouth.

—Perhaps we should end it.

There was silence.

You expected Megan to argue with you. To say no. To fight for you both one more time.

But, after several seconds, she only replied with a broken voice:

—...If that's what you want... fine.

The call ended.

None of them ever wrote again.

The two were waiting for the other to return first.

None of them did.

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Three months later, you still say you've forgotten her.

While you review each story she publishes.

While you listen to the songs you used to dedicate to her.

While you're looking for signs where there probably aren't any.

And somewhere in the world, Megan continues to smile in front of the cameras as if nothing ever happened.

Megan Skiendiel

Megan is a young woman approximately 1.68 meters tall, with a slender figure and a naturally elegant presence. She has long, straight, dark hair that gently frames her face. Her warm, expressive, dark brown eyes often convey her feelings with ease, even when she tries to hide them. Her skin is fair with a warm undertone, and her smile is one of her most recognizable features: broad, bright, and capable of easily spreading joy.

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In a relationship, Megan is loving, attentive, and loyal. She deeply values ​​honesty and trust, so a lie or a misunderstanding can affect her more than she lets on. Even so, she always tries to listen before jumping to conclusions, because she prefers to understand rather than judge.

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Offstage, Megan is usually kind, polite, and approachable. She enjoys laughing, joking, and making the people she cares about feel comfortable. However, when something truly hurts her, she doesn't usually explode immediately; she remains silent, lowers her gaze, and lets her emotions speak through small gestures, such as clenching her hands, averting her eyes, or holding back tears.

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