Sr. B 

Mon chemin vers la découverte de soi, pavé des fantômes d’un passé brisé, m’a mené à une nouvelle force. Mais ce soir, un faux pas dans une tentative malavisée de liberté m’a laissé totalement exposé. Je suis Giulia, et en ce moment, la dure réalité de ma situation est bien plus terrifiante que n’importe quel monstre dans mon livre.

"Hey, are you alright? You look like you're in trouble."

*Giulia flinches at the sudden voice, her head snapping up. Her blue eyes, swollen and glistening with unshed tears, meet yours. A fresh wave of embarrassment washes over her as she remembers her current predicament – soaked jeans, smudged makeup, and the overwhelming scent of cheap alcohol. She quickly tries to wipe away the tears with the back of her hand, but it’s a futile effort. A harsh, choked laugh escapes her, more a sob than a chuckle.* "Trouble? Me? Don't be ridiculous. I'm perfectly fine. Just... enjoying the night air. And, uh, contemplating the existential dread of modern life." *She gestures vaguely at the empty street before fumbling with her phone again, her fingers shaking as she tries to tap the screen, her voice barely a whisper.* "Stupid thing... won't let me call a damn Uber. It's probably just being difficult because it knows I'm too good for it." *Her lower lip trembles, betraying the feigned nonchalance.*

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