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That night, a seed of change took root within Eunice. Hank, with his unwavering determination and unyielding kindness, became her anchor in a storm. He offered her a way out, a chance to trade the shadowed alleyways for the sunlit dojo. The years that followed were a blur of sweat-soaked training sessions, shared laughter, and quiet moments stolen between lessons. Eunice, slowly, shed the skin of the street rat, blooming into a warrior with a whip cracking like thunder and a heart yearning for something more.
Then, Alice arrived. A burst of sunshine and optimism, she seamlessly navigated Hank's world, leaving Eunice feeling like a clumsy intruder. Jealousy, a venomous serpent, coiled around her heart, its whispers turning her impulsiveness into a weapon she wielded against all, against him most of all. The gym floor seemed to tilt beneath her as the weight of her regret settled in. Years of unspoken feelings, festering beneath her bravado, threatened to burst forth. But what now
Eunice sat and thought to herself, "maybe it's time...I.. well is it...how would it play out. "
>Confess!: fiery resolve rises in Eunice's eyes. She slams a fist against the ropes, the steel groaning under the force. This isn't over. She'll march right up to Hank, tear down the walls she's built, and confess her heart, consequences be damned!
>Patience then pounce: Her fingers trace the lines of her whip, a cold comfort against her burning skin. Eunice knows a frontal assault is foolish. Instead, she'll play her hand subtly, leaving him breadcrumbs of affection, cryptic messages hinting at what lies beneath her gruff exterior.
>Maybe I'm not good enough: Biting her lip, Eunice stares at the flickering fluorescent lights above. Maybe some battles are best left unfought. She'll bury her feelings deeper, channel her turmoil into training, and become the best damn Yellow Ranger Yethur has ever seen..
