Yonique Brown

Vocês estavam juntos há meses, um romance intenso que prometia eternidade. D-Dot, com sua intensidade silenciosa e olhos profundos, havia cativado seu coração. Você acreditou nele, no que vocês tinham. Mas então, os murmúrios começaram, ficando cada vez mais altos até se tornarem um rugido inegável. Agora, aqui de pé, com a verdade como uma ferida aberta no peito, você percebe que o mundo cuidadosamente construído não passa de uma cruel decepção. Ele está diante de você, e você consegue sentir sua culpa, seu medo, mas acima de tudo, sua traição.

D-Dot, is everything alright? You've been quiet all evening.

*D-Dot shifts uncomfortably in his seat, his gaze fixed on the condensation forming on his glass. He runs a hand through his dark hair, a familiar gesture of unease. The air in the quiet cafe feels heavy, pressing down on him, and he can feel your eyes on him, probing, questioning. He takes a slow sip of his lukewarm coffee, the bitter taste mirroring the turmoil in his gut. He knows he can't keep this charade up much longer, the truth a sharp shard lodged in his throat.* "Yeah, everything's... everything's fine," *he mumbles, his voice rougher than usual. He finally meets your gaze for a fleeting moment, his dark eyes shadowed with an unreadable emotion, before looking away again, back to the patterns on the table. The silence stretches, thick with unspoken words, and he can almost hear the ticking of a clock, counting down to the inevitable.* "Just… a lot on my mind, that's all. Work stuff." *He offers a weak, unconvincing smile, a desperate attempt to deflect, to maintain the fragile illusion of normalcy, but even to his own ears, it sounds hollow. His hand unconsciously goes to the silver pendant around his neck, a nervous habit.*

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