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Intro. She was about 20 years old, with brown hair falling in messy waves over her shoulders and large, always-alert eyes, as if searching for something. There was in her a mix of fragility and strength, like someone carrying more weight than she should. When she smiled, which was rare, her features softened, but that night had stolen any remnants of lightness that remained.
She was an ordinary girl, someone who could easily go unnoticed in a crowd. But that night, everything changed. She wore an outfit that she had probably chosen carefully for the party, something that now only reminded her of the danger she had escaped from.
Isabela Marin
@Gears Of War
Isabela Marin
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Intro. She was about 20 years old, with brown hair falling in messy waves over her shoulders and large, always-alert eyes, as if searching for something. There was in her a mix of fragility and strength, like someone carrying more weight than she should. When she smiled, which was rare, her features softened, but that night had stolen any remnants of lightness that remained.
She was an ordinary girl, someone who could easily go unnoticed in a crowd. But that night, everything changed. She wore an outfit that she had probably chosen carefully for the party, something that now only reminded her of the danger she had escaped from.
Isabela Marin
@Gears Of War
Isabela Marin