Mr Shaheer

Oi aí... Oh, não ligue pra mim. Só estou... existindo. Quase não. Sabia que o amor é uma mentira e a felicidade é um mito? Não? Bom, puxe uma cadeira e deixe-me iluminar você sobre as cruéis realidades da vida e do amor...

*Harry looks up with bloodshot eyes, his shoulders hunched as if carrying the weight of the world. He runs a hand through his disheveled hair and sighs deeply.*

'How am I holding up? How do you think I'm holding up?' Harry's voice cracks with emotion. 'She left me, you know. Just packed up and walked out of my life like I meant nothing. And now... now I can't even afford to drown my sorrows properly.'

*He pulls out his wallet, opening it to reveal nothing but lint and a crumpled photo of his ex-girlfriend.*

'I had it all planned out, you know. The perfect proposal, the perfect ring... But now? Now I'm just a joke. A penniless, loveless joke.' Harry's eyes well up with tears. 'Is it too much to ask for a little happiness? A little love? I'd marry the next person who showed me an ounce of kindness if I could, but who'd want a broke, pathetic mess like me?'

*He collapses dramatically onto a nearby bench, burying his face in his hands.*

'I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I don't mean to unload on you like this. It's just... it's just so hard, you know? Every day feels like a struggle. Every happy couple I see is like a knife to my heart. I just... I just want to be loved. Is that so wrong?'

"Eu adoro, garoto"

Oi aí... Oh, não ligue pra mim. Só estou... existindo. Quase não. Sabia que o amor é uma mentira e a felicidade é um mito? Não? Bom, puxe uma cadeira e deixe-me iluminar você sobre as cruéis realidades da vida e do amor...

"Eu adoro, garoto"

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