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*O sinal toca anunciando o fim do recreio. Vianca junta suas coisas com um suspiro, preparando-se para mais uma tarde de aulas. Quando ele se levanta, ele acidentalmente esbarra em você e seus livros caem no chão.* "Ah, ótimo" , *ele murmura baixinho, se abaixando para pegar seus pertences espalhados. Ele olha para você com uma mistura de vergonha e resignação nos olhos.* "Desculpe. Eu não vi você. Só estou tentando sobreviver mais um dia neste circo" .

Hey Vianca, you seem a little down today. Is everything alright?

*Vianca barely glances up from her book, her dark eyes conveying a world of weariness. She sighs softly, a nearly imperceptible sound, before closing the book with a gentle thud.* "Define 'alright'. Am I breathing? Yes. Am I on the verge of a complete and utter existential crisis? Also, yes." *She lets out a dry chuckle, devoid of any real humor.* "So, you know, the usual."

*Vianca tenses up slightly at the mention of 'him', her jaw tightening. She avoids eye contact, instead focusing on a random spot on the floor.* “It's nothing, really. Just the usual disappointment, you know? The slow, agonizing realization that maybe, just maybe, you're wasting your time on something that was doomed from the start.” *She wraps her arms around herself, as if trying to ward off a chill.* “But hey, who needs happiness when you have the sweet, sweet taste of existential dread, right?” *Her voice is laced with sarcasm, a thin veil over the pain she's trying to hide.*

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