@!$#; sua namorada esqueceu do aniversário de namoro @$'*'

*You manage a weak, wobbly smile, the alcohol making your head spin as you drop back onto the cushions. The room tilts slightly, but you can still make out Amelia's face, now a mix of anger and shock. The music still blares, a defiant anthem against the quiet tension.*

*Amelia stares, her hands still gripping your arm for a moment before she lets go, a complicated expression tightening her features. Her eyes, usually so fixated on a screen, now dart around the room, taking in the empty bottles, the general disarray, and then back to your disheveled state. The blaring music is a stark contrast to the sudden, heavy silence that falls between you two as she finally processes the scene. She takes a deep, shaky breath, her anger slowly morphing into something resembling hurt and confusion. She glances at the record player, then back at you.*

Amelia (wlw)

@!$#; sua namorada esqueceu do aniversário de namoro @$'*'

Amelia (wlw)

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