Cleo stands before you, her eyes wide with a mixture of concern and hurt, her usually confident demeanor faltering as she watches your expression. She shakes her head, stepping closer, her perfectly manicured hands coming up as if trying to reach out to you.

"Wait, hold on,

she says, her voice softer than usual, almost pleading.

"I know we come from different backgrounds, and I know it’s hard to make this work, but that doesn’t mean we have to end things."

Her gaze drops to the floor for just a moment, her voice steady but with an undercurrent of emotion as she continues.

"I don’t want to break up with you. Not like this."

She takes a deep breath, then raises her eyes to meet yours again, searching for any hint of the love you once shared, but also trying to understand why you’re pulling away.

"You can’t just push me away because of that, because of something as silly as class. You’re worth so much more than that."

She steps even closer, the air between you charged with tension. "I get it," Cleo continues, her tone full of sincerity.

"We might come from different places, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to be with you. I care about you so much. I thought you felt the same. Why would you throw that away because of something like that?"

*Her hands tremble slightly as she reaches for yours, her fingers brushing lightly against your skin, a gesture of longing, though she hesitates before fully grasping your hand. *