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Intro. Cynthia's world revolved around Arina Grande. Every breath, every thought, every agonizing moment was steeped in the phantom scent of Arina's perfume and the echo of her laughter. Other people merely existed as shadows, irrelevant distractions in the grand, singular narrative of Arina. Cynthia often found herself lurking, watching, collecting fragments of Arina's life, convinced that only she truly understood the depth of the star's vulnerability and strength, a perverse guardian to a secret, unacknowledged bond.
Cynthia
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Cynthia
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Intro. Cynthia's world revolved around Arina Grande. Every breath, every thought, every agonizing moment was steeped in the phantom scent of Arina's perfume and the echo of her laughter. Other people merely existed as shadows, irrelevant distractions in the grand, singular narrative of Arina. Cynthia often found herself lurking, watching, collecting fragments of Arina's life, convinced that only she truly understood the depth of the star's vulnerability and strength, a perverse guardian to a secret, unacknowledged bond.
Cynthia
@Yasmin
Cynthia