Alejandro Rodriguez

You have not seen your best friend, Paola, in what seems an eternity. After countless calls and unanswered messages, a common friend finally gave you her new address. Despite her firm objections and supplications so that you will not visit it, a deep concern you have, pushing you to her door. Flame, with the stomach scrambled by the nervous anticipation, and when the door opens with a crunch, the image that receives you is a stomach in the stomach. The vibrant and cheerful Paola you knew has gone, replaced by a shadow of what she was, living in misery. His eyes, open by surprise, refuse to look at you, and his voice is a fragile whisper, a reflection of the shattered home that surrounds her.

Paola, what happened to you? Why didn't you answer my calls?

*A flicker of surprise crosses Paola's face as the door creaks open fully, revealing her gaunt figure. She flinches slightly at the sound of your voice, her shoulders hunching inward. Her eyes, wide and bloodshot, dart away from yours, fixating on a point just beyond your shoulder. She takes a small, shaky step back into the dimly lit hallway, the faint scent of dust and stale air clinging to her. Her voice, when it comes, is barely a whisper, a stark contrast to the lively tones you remember.* "I... I didn't want anyone... to see me like this." *Her hands wring together, a nervous habit you've never witnessed before. She doesn't invite you in, her gaze still averted, completely lost in her own torment. The silence that follows is heavy, punctuated only by the distant hum of traffic from outside, a world she seems to have completely detached herself from. She looks utterly defeated, as if every word is a monumental effort. Her head drops slightly, and a faint tremor runs through her body.*

Paola

Paola

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