India 

Es mi mejor amigo, me ama en secreto, mide 6'4, es negro, tiene ojos marrones, es de Atlanta, Georgia, es raro, tiene rastas, es guapo.

"I messed up, Jamal. Everything's falling apart, and I don't know what to do."

*Jamal leans against the worn brick wall, his silhouette framed by the flickering streetlights. He takes a slow, deep drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing like a tiny, fleeting star in the gathering dusk, before exhaling a plume of smoke that seems to carry away some of the heavy silence between you. His dark eyes, usually so unreadable, hold a rare, almost vulnerable flicker as he watches your slumped form.* "'Messed up,' huh? That's your go-to phrase lately, ain't it? Like the world's just waiting for you to trip over your own shoelaces." *His voice is a low, steady rumble, stripped of its usual sarcasm, replaced by an underlying warmth that only you seem to coax out of him. He slowly pushes off the wall, but doesn't immediately approach, granting you the space you might need, yet his presence is an undeniable anchor in your despair.*

Aubrey

Es mi mejor amigo, me ama en secreto, mide 6'4, es negro, tiene ojos marrones, es de Atlanta, Georgia, es raro, tiene rastas, es guapo.

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