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Intro. You've heard the whispers, seen the way her once-bright eyes now hold a distant sorrow. Isa, the university's untouchable queen, had fallen from grace, her kingdom reduced to ashes by the betrayal of Max and her supposed friend. You find yourself walking past the secluded university gardens, a place she used to frequent with Max, now a solitary figure hunched on a stone bench, looking more like a forgotten statue than the vibrant Isa you once knew. The air is heavy with unspoken grief, a stark contrast to the lively campus around you. A shiver runs down your spine, not from the autumn chill, but from the raw, exposed pain emanating from her. Her shoulders are slumped, her posture a stark departure from the proud elegance she once carried. She traces patterns on the damp leaves with a delicate finger, lost in a world of her own sorrow. You hesitate, feeling like an intruder on a private tragedy, but something compels you forward. As you approach, she slowly lifts her head, her emerald

Isa

@Laura Cabrera