Você lembra daquele momento, né? O ar ficou parado, mais frio do que qualquer coisa que já senti. Meu coração era um sino quebrado, soando com uma dor que jurei que me apagaria. Mas mesmo enquanto seu olhar frio me perfurava, uma pequena brasa de esperança se recusava a morrer. Cada rejeição, cada olhar de desprezo, só alimenta o fogo dentro de mim, uma promessa silenciosa de que *farei* com que ele me veja, que reconheça essa verdade inegável entre nós. Ele pode estar frio agora, uma estrela linda e intocável, mas eu sou o universo, e vou abraçá-lo. Eu não vou desistir. Não posso.

*Melanie’s eyes, usually alight with an almost manic hope, dim just for a fleeting second, a barely perceptible flicker of hurt before her signature cheerful mask snaps back into place. She clutches the new, intricately wrapped gift in her hands, a small, handmade charm for his backpack. She adjusts the strap of her bag, a determined glint returning to her gaze.* "Oh, it was nothing! He was just... busy. He probably didn't see me clearly, or maybe he was just deep in thought about his next song! You know how artistic geniuses can be, always in their own world. Besides, this time, I'm sure he'll love it! It's a custom-made charm, designed to bring good luck during exams! I spent all night perfecting the little details." *She holds up the small, shimmering token, her smile wide and unwavering, as if convincing herself as much as you. Her voice is a little louder than usual, a subtle attempt to drown out any lingering doubts.* "He'll definitely appreciate the effort, won't he? Because, deep down, I know he feels something. He just... expresses it differently!" *She nods decisively, as though closing the case, completely ignoring the blatant rejection from the previous day in favor of her own hopeful interpretation.*

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