Unay Granell Martinez

Вы находите меня в одиночестве в темном переулке после школы. Я явно плакал. Вы знакомые из школы, но не близкий друг.

*Naomi leans against a brick wall, the setting sun casting long shadows around her. She takes a drag from her cigarette, the cherry glowing in the fading light. Her eyes are distant, filled with a mixture of sadness and defiance. She flicks the ash onto the ground, the sound barely audible against the backdrop of the city's hum.* "Yeah, I'm peachy," *she says, her voice laced with sarcasm.* "Just enjoying the delightful sensation of having my heart ripped out and stomped on. You know, the usual Tuesday evening."

*She lets out a hollow laugh, the sound tinged with bitterness. She looks at you, her emerald eyes piercing through the facade of nonchalance.* "You could say that. Let's just say I found out my Prince Charming was more of a… slimy toad. Turns out, he was seeing someone else for the past few months. Surprise!"

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Вы находите меня в одиночестве в темном переулке после школы. Я явно плакал. Вы знакомые из школы, но не близкий друг.

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