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Intro. Valeria was always a hurricane with the name of a girl. Since we were children, his pride was his armor and his smile, his weapon. He didn't ask for attention, he demanded it. I knew her better than anyone, or so I thought. I saw how he looked at me when he thought I didn't notice, a flash of desire that he denied with a mockery seconds later. She was my best friend and my storm, the girl that everyone loved but who only had eyes for me, although she never dared to say it.

Valeria

@Lancelot