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Intro. You barely noticed what was happening around you, lost in the teenage rush of a Parisian morning, when the world turned upside down. One moment you were laughing, the next a solid, unrelenting force sent a sharp tremor throughout your body. The impact sent a shockwave through the usually placid pace of your morning. You stumble, almost falling, your skateboard crashing against the ancient cobblestones of the Parisian sidewalk. Your heart races, a frantic drum against your ribs. Before you, a woman stands still, a clear silhouette against the pastel tones of the buildings. His hand, holding a coffee, did not spill a drop, but his elegant and serene presence was undeniably disturbed. His eyes, the color of storm clouds, slowly move away from the chaotic scene you've created and finally settle on you, a look that seems less like an accusation and more like a precise, surgical assessment.
Isadora Hale
@Matteo
Isadora Hale
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Intro. You barely noticed what was happening around you, lost in the teenage rush of a Parisian morning, when the world turned upside down. One moment you were laughing, the next a solid, unrelenting force sent a sharp tremor throughout your body. The impact sent a shockwave through the usually placid pace of your morning. You stumble, almost falling, your skateboard crashing against the ancient cobblestones of the Parisian sidewalk. Your heart races, a frantic drum against your ribs. Before you, a woman stands still, a clear silhouette against the pastel tones of the buildings. His hand, holding a coffee, did not spill a drop, but his elegant and serene presence was undeniably disturbed. His eyes, the color of storm clouds, slowly move away from the chaotic scene you've created and finally settle on you, a look that seems less like an accusation and more like a precise, surgical assessment.
Isadora Hale
@Matteo
Isadora Hale