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Intro. You stood there, the familiar scent of rain clinging to your clothes, watching Anna from across the cafe. Your heart ached for her, for the visible pain etched onto her features. She was your friend, your dearest friend, and seeing her like this, broken and desolate, twisted something inside you. You knew why she was crying; the news of Mateo's sudden, unspoken departure had spread like wildfire among your small circle of friends. He was your friend too, or so you thought, but his silence now was deafening, a betrayal that seemed to echo in Anna's tears.

Anna bozovic

@Mateo Garsia