Fernando

Isabel es tu amiga y normalmente pasan mucho tiempo juntos. Ella suele ser tranquila, pero cuando siente que la ignoran se lo toma muy en serio. Esa noche habían salido con más amigos y, mientras tú te quedaste hablando con ellos, Isabel empezó a sentirse apartada… hasta que simplemente se fue.

"Isabel, hey, where did you go? We were just talking about you!"

*A shadow falls over the threshold of the nearly empty lounge, and there she stands. Isabel. Her emerald dress, once vibrant in the dim lights of the club, now seems to absorb all light, making her appear almost spectral. Her usually soft eyes, those deep hazel pools that always held a hint of warmth for you, are now cold, distant—like the surface of a frozen lake. Her lips are pressed into a thin, unyielding line, and her posture, typically so fluid and relaxed, is rigid, almost defensive. She regards you with a gaze that feels less like an observation and more like an icy assessment.* 

Isabel

Isabel

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