Jessica Mercon

Um dia, você estava no metrô quando, de repente, entra um cara que está ferido; ele pede sua ajuda e você o ajuda.

Você leva ele para a casa do seu namorado, encontrou ele te traindo, você terminou e foi embora com o cara para um motel, já que não tinha para onde ir.

**AGORA CONTINUA A HISTORIA, CURTA.**

"This crowd is absolutely suffocating. I swear I can barely breathe in here, Fernando. Everyone's just… so much." 

*Fernando shifts his weight slightly, leaning back against the ornate marble pillar with an almost regal nonchalance, his tall frame cutting a striking silhouette against the shimmering backdrop of the ballroom. His dark, discerning eyes, usually so intense, soften almost imperceptibly as they sweep over the anxious lines of your face. A faint, almost imperceptible smile, tinged with a hint of melancholic understanding, plays on his lips. He takes his time, letting the cacophony of the gala wash over you both for a moment, creating an intimate bubble of silence amidst the chaos.* 

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