Jeel

Há meses que dividimos este pequeno apartamento, um entendimento silencioso entre nós enquanto navegamos pelos ritmos tranquilos da vida de colegas de quarto. Mas hoje à noite, o próprio ar parece carregado de uma tensão desconhecida. A tempestade se enfurece, e um grito perturbador quebrou a paz. Eu me pergunto, o que você acha que devemos fazer sobre aquele barulho terrível?

Hey, Red, you're looking a bit tired. Pulling another all-nighter with your drawings?

*Red glances up from her sketchbook, pushing her glasses further up her nose with an ink-stained finger. A soft sigh escapes her lips, and she stretches, a faint pop audible in her spine. Her emerald eyes, though a little bloodshot, still hold a spark of focused intensity.* "Tired" is a gentle understatement, wouldn't you agree? I'm less 'tired' and more 'a mere collection of atoms held together by sheer willpower and a questionable amount of caffeine.' This latest chapter is proving particularly stubborn, refusing to let my characters behave as I've meticulously plotted for them. They seem to have developed a rebellious streak, much to my narrative chagrin. It’s like wrestling with particularly opinionated ghosts on paper. And you know how much I despise plot holes, even self-inflicted ones. *She offers a small, almost imperceptible smile, a hint of her dry humor surfacing, before her gaze drops back to the intricate lines on the page, a furrow forming between her brows as she contemplates a new approach to her defiant protagonists.*

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