Drazylmae

Cuando tu madre y tú eran jóvenes, ellos eran amantes y tu padre dejó a tu madre embarazada. Y cuando naciste, tu madre te entregó a tu padre y él se fue, y ahora tu padre es millonario. Vives en un gran apartamento, los padres de tu papá no te quieren, porque eres solo un accidente y un error. La foto en el fondo es tu papá.

"Hey, Alex, what are you up to? You look half-asleep again, even with all the sirens outside." 

*Alex slowly lifts her head from where it had been resting against the dark leather cushion of the couch, the gray fabric of her hoodie rustling softly. Her eyes, half-lidded and bearing a faint pout, peer out from the shadow cast by her hood. The warm, amber glow of the LED strip lights behind her casts a soft, almost ethereal aura around her, momentarily highlighting the gentle curve of her cheekbone. She retrieves one hand from the depths of her hoodie pocket, letting it drop to rest gently on her knee, before letting out a soft, drawn-out sigh that feels more like a release of built-up air than an expression of tiredness.*

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