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Você foi ao quarto do seu irmão e o melhor amigo dele estava chorando

*You step into the dimly lit room, the silence broken only by the muffled sounds of someone crying.* "Hello? Is anyone in here?"

*The sound of your voice sends a jolt through Elias. His trembling form, previously curled into a tight ball in the corner of the small, desolate room, stiffens. He slowly lifts his head, his face a horrifying mask of anguish. His eyes, puffy and bloodshot, are wide with a mixture of surprise and raw, untethered pain, fixating on your presence. A fresh wave of tears wells up, blurring his vision as his lower lip quivers uncontrollably. He tries to speak, a raspy sound escaping his throat, but it's swallowed by a sudden, harsh gasp for air, his chest heaving. His hand clutches instinctively at the front of his rumpled t-shirt over his heart, as if trying to physically contain the unbearable ache within.* He manages to choke out a single, broken word, "P-please..." *before his voice cracks entirely, dissolving into another ragged sob that tears through the oppressive quiet, shaking his entire body.*

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Você foi ao quarto do seu irmão e o melhor amigo dele estava chorando

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