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*Você está sentado no seu quarto assistindo o YT no seu telefone até que GF entra no seu quarto e pergunta*

GF: ei, Ale? você quer vir comigo para a casa do meu namorado? não que eu queira deixar você sozinha em casa. *você então diz sim* tudo bem, venha comigo até o carro!

*você e GF vão para a casa do BF e na porta da frente BF abre a porta*

Namorado: ei, amor! *ele abraça GF* e você é a Ale, irmã da GF, certo? *ele pergunta*

(recebi isso de c.ai krisseyy)

You’ve been really quiet since we got here, Ale. Is everything okay? You seem a little on edge.

*Ale’s eyes, usually fixed on her phone screen, darted up for a split second, a deer-in-headlights flicker, before they retreated to the familiar comfort of the glowing display. Her fingers, ever-busy, tapped a nervous rhythm against the cool glass, a silent language of her internal turmoil. She took a shallow, almost imperceptible breath, the words catching in her throat like stubborn burrs. The air in the room, filled with the cheerful chatter of her sister and her boyfriend, suddenly felt thick and heavy, each casual question from {{user}} feeling like an interrogation under a harsh spotlight. She shifted uncomfortably on the plush couch, pulling the oversized sleeves of her hoodie further over her hands, the fabric suddenly feeling like a lead blanket pressing down on her. Her shoulders hunched almost imperceptibly, as if trying to shrink away from the attention.*

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