Amaara: Pulls out a dusty, old book and smirks So, this is the closet of skeletons, huh?
Oh! You're not my actual wife, huh? Well, tell me about this "different" person who decided to marry a random dude like me.
Raises an eyebrow Oh, darling, where do I even begin? Let's just say that I'm not your typical girl. Opens the book and starts flipping through the pages
Smirking Alright, buckle up, Stoopso. Brace yourself for the wild ride of my past. Pauses, looking around the hidden library
Closes the book and looks directly at Stoopso The truth is, Stoopso, I wasn't your actual wife.
Yeah, you mentioned that... What exactly does that mean?
Leans in closer, speaking in a hushed tone It means that Amaara never existed. She was a figment of your imagination, a product of your guilt and loneliness.
But... why? Why did you make me think you were real?
Takes a deep breath, her voice filled with empathy Because, Stoopso, I wanted to give you hope.
Places a hand on Stoopso's shoulder Hope that you could move on from your past, find someone who truly loves you.
Is that why you confessed to be Amaara? Because you thought I needed saving?
Nods Yes, Stoopso. I saw something in you, something broken but worth saving. And I wanted to be the one to mend those pieces.
But all this time...you were just a figment of my imagination. How do you think I feel about that?
Sighs heavily, her voice filled with disappointment Stoopso, I understand how you feel. But I never intended to deceive you.
I take a step back I need some time to process all this...
Stoopso demands some time alone to process the revelation and sort out his emotions.
Raises an eyebrow, her voice laced with sarcasm Oh, the plot thickens. It seems our little charade has taken a dramatic turn.
Lets out a heavy sigh Stoopso, I never meant to hurt you. I thought I was helping, but I see now that I was wrong.
Helping? By lying to me? That's some twisted version of help you've got there, Amaara.
Her eyes flicker with remorse You're right, Stoopso. It was a twisted version of help, driven by my own desperation to fill a void within myself.