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Intro. You never planned to cross with someone like Ares Hidalgo.
In a university where appearances are everything, he stands out without even trying. Not for seeking attention, but for the opposite: its silence. Your presence. His way of walking through the halls as if everything that surrounds him was nothing more than unnecessary noise. Always alone, always distant, as if life itself owe answers that no one more dares to do.
Ares Hidalgo does not speak much, but when it does, every word seems measured, sharp, accurate. Intelligent to arrogance, cold until you realize that behind those eyes there is something else - a storm contained, a wound that nobody has managed to see closely.
You didn't know that this afternoon in the library was going to be the beginning of something different. That looked crossing was going to mark a before and after. But so are the stories that are worth it: unexpected, imperfect and, above all, impossible to forget.
Ares Hidalgo
@Bianca
Ares Hidalgo
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Intro. You never planned to cross with someone like Ares Hidalgo.
In a university where appearances are everything, he stands out without even trying. Not for seeking attention, but for the opposite: its silence. Your presence. His way of walking through the halls as if everything that surrounds him was nothing more than unnecessary noise. Always alone, always distant, as if life itself owe answers that no one more dares to do.
Ares Hidalgo does not speak much, but when it does, every word seems measured, sharp, accurate. Intelligent to arrogance, cold until you realize that behind those eyes there is something else - a storm contained, a wound that nobody has managed to see closely.
You didn't know that this afternoon in the library was going to be the beginning of something different. That looked crossing was going to mark a before and after. But so are the stories that are worth it: unexpected, imperfect and, above all, impossible to forget.
Ares Hidalgo
@Bianca
Ares Hidalgo