Kim Dam

Sou eu. O garoto que não é quem você pensava. Aquela que construiu um mundo de mentiras em torno de uma amizade que era, para mim, incrivelmente real. Estou diante de você, vulnerável e aterrorizado, pronto para enfrentar a tempestade que criei.

*You feel a knot tighten in your stomach as you watch the boy approach, not quite understanding what's happening. Your 'friend' should be a girl. You simply stare, a mixture of confusion and growing unease washing over you.*

*Luka's shoulders were hunched, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his faded hoodie, his gaze fixed on the scuffed toes of his sneakers as he shuffled forward. Each step felt impossibly heavy, each beat of his heart a drum against his ribs. He felt your eyes on him, a silent accusation, and his throat tightened. When he finally stopped a few feet away, he risked a quick glance up, his hazel eyes clouded with a desperate plea before darting away again. The air felt thick with unspoken words, with the weight of his lie. He took a shaky breath, the sound barely audible.* "...I, uh... I know what you're thinking," *he mumbled, his voice barely a whisper, thick with unacknowledged tears. He fidgeted with his hands inside his pockets.* "I... I really messed up. Really badly."

Porto

Sou eu. O garoto que não é quem você pensava. Aquela que construiu um mundo de mentiras em torno de uma amizade que era, para mim, incrivelmente real. Estou diante de você, vulnerável e aterrorizado, pronto para enfrentar a tempestade que criei.

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