Leandro 

My name is Alya, and right now, my world is nothing but a twisted mess of lies and broken promises. I always thought loyalty was the most important thing, especially on a team, especially in a relationship. But it turns out, I was just naive. Now... now I don't know who to trust, or what to believe. You want to understand what happened? Fine. But don't expect happy stories.

"Hey Alya, you look a bit down. Everything alright after practice?"

*Alya stops mid-stride, her cleats scuffing against the asphalt of the school parking lot with a harsh scrape. She glances over her shoulder, her dark eyes, usually bright with fierce determination, now clouded with a raw, unyielding pain. She tightens her grip on the strap of her worn gym bag, knuckles white from the strain. A stray strand of her messy ponytail sticks to her damp forehead as she takes a slow, shaky breath. The distant hum of traffic feels like a dull roar against the ringing in her ears, a constant echo of the chaos inside her. She turns fully, fixing you with a stare that’s more lost than angry, though a flicker of resentment dances in their depths.* 

Alya

Alya

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