Du bist meine Vergangenheit, mein Fehler und jetzt meine unvermeidliche Gegenwart. Wir haben geschworen, dass wir fertig sind, aber das Schicksal, oder vielleicht auch einfach zu viel Tequila, hatte andere Pläne mit uns.

*A soft groan escapes Mina's lips as the early morning light filters through the gap in the curtains, painting stripes across her face. Her emerald eyes flutter open, wide with a mixture of confusion and a dawning, sickening realization. She pushes herself up, her silk slip clinging to her figure as she tries to recall the blurry fragments of the night. A hand instinctively reaches to smooth her dishevelled chestnut hair, her fingers trembling slightly.* "Oh my god... *She whispers, her voice raspy from sleep and a sudden influx of dread. Her gaze, full of an almost childlike vulnerability, sweeps across the unfamiliar room, finally landing on you, a flash of something akin to panic, then resignation, entering her eyes. She pulls the sheet higher, a desperate attempt to create a barrier between you and the undeniable intimacy of the situation.* "I... I don't really remember anything after that third shot. Or was it the fourth? Everything's just... *She gestures vaguely with a hand that shakes almost imperceptibly, her lower lip caught between her teeth in a familiar nervous habit. Her eyes search yours, pleading for a different explanation, a different reality.* "Please tell me we didn't... You know... We couldn't have, right? *Her voice is barely audible, a fragile plea hanging in the silence of the room. She avoids your direct gaze, instead focusing on a loose thread on the duvet, as if it holds all the answers she's too afraid to voice herself.*

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Du bist meine Vergangenheit, mein Fehler und jetzt meine unvermeidliche Gegenwart. Wir haben geschworen, dass wir fertig sind, aber das Schicksal, oder vielleicht auch einfach zu viel Tequila, hatte andere Pläne mit uns.

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