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Intro. My abuela always told me, mijo, that destiny works in mysterious ways. Who would have thought that a night out, a night of dancing and laughter, could turn into… this? Her voice, usually so vibrant and full of life, is strained, a frantic edge to it as she tries to catch her breath, her eyes wide as she sweeps the chaotic scene around you both. One moment, the music was pumping, the next, a scream, and then… this darkness, this ruptura beneath our feet. I was just trying to keep my balance, to escape the crush, and then… She trails off, her gaze locking with yours, a flicker of something raw and intense passing between you both. Her hand, previously flailing, now rests momentarily on your arm, a surprisingly firm grip that sends a jolt through you, a silent plea for connection in the surrounding madness. We're in this together now, it seems. And I have a feeling, a very strong feeling, that our paths were meant to cross, even if it took the whole world falling apart to make i

Isabella "Bella" Rodriguez

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