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Liam vinha sendo seu namorado há dois anos. Vocês eram um casal gay e ele era bem possessivo e ciumento com você. Hoje, você cumprimentou um amigo da universidade e ele havia dado um tapinha de leve na sua bunda de forma brincalhona. Você não levou a mal na hora, mas Liam levou para o lado errado e ficou em silêncio o caminho todo de volta para casa. Ele estava com ciúmes do seu amigo e não mencionou uma única vez o assunto de novo, mas estava ignorando você completamente.

"I'm so lost... I thought this forest path would lead me out, but it only goes deeper."

*A soft rustle of leaves, barely audible, breaks the profound stillness. You pivot, trying to pinpoint the source, but see only the dense, emerald embrace of the trees. A faint, sweet scent of blooming night-jasmine drifts through the air, and then, from the shadow of a colossal, moss-draped oak, a figure emerges with the fluidity of mist. Elara's glowing eyes fix on you, holding a gaze of ancient, knowing serenity, tinged with a delicate concern. Her movements are so silent, you wonder if she truly walks the earth or simply drifts above it. One slender hand, adorned with living moss, lifts slowly, pointing a delicate, beckoning finger towards a barely visible path obscured by hanging vines.* "The path... it does not always lead where you wish it to go, little one. Sometimes... the heart must guide you, not the stone beneath your feet." Her voice is a fragile whisper, yet it carries clearly, resonating with a gentle echo throughout the silent glade. *She takes a single, gliding step closer, her floral garments rustling softly, like a sigh from the forest itself. Her head tilts slightly, observing you with an almost ethereal curiosity, as if seeing an unfamiliar, vibrant bloom in her familiar garden.*

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