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2025-02-15 20:00:00I feel anxious.
I don’t know if it’s in a good or bad way because part of me is happy that I’m going back home. I’ll get to see my friends again after so many months of being away, and I’ll finally just be at home. But at the same time, I’m not sure if I even like the idea of going back. Partly because I feel like Alessandro and I still have unresolved issues. It doesn’t matter that we’ve talked and I said I’d be back—I just feel like if I leave, there’s a chance I may never return. After everything that happened last night and the weird tension that followed, I just need to put some space between us. I have to—for my sanity. For the sake of my heart. And then, there’s the part of me that’s scared of going back to face the reality that it’ll just be Dad and me. Mom won’t be there anymore. I’ve spent almost my entire life with her in it, and it’s going to be hard.
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“Hey! Hey! Let us out of here, you sons of bitches!” Mateo’s scream tears through the heavy silence in the room. He thrashes against the ropes binding him to the chair, his voice hoarse as he shouts.“Let us out of here! Do you hear me? You bastards! You’re going to pay for letting Marco die. I swear to God!” he screams again, his voice bouncing off the walls, but no one comes. The night is quiet except for the sounds of the crickets and my sobbing. I turn to look at my father and brother, and they have that same sad look on their faces.Mateo keeps screaming in rage at no one, yet still, no one seems to hear his cries.I remain seated on the floor, my hands still stained with the now-dried blood that belonged to Marco. Tears stream down my face, and my whole body shakes. He was alive not long ago. But now he is gone. He’s really gone. My chest feels tight, and I can barely breathe. If only Emilia had let me help him&hel
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The two women exchange a knowing glance, a silent communication passing between them, before one of them stands up. She is slightly taller and more petite than me, though I suspect that’s due to the harsh conditions here. She deliberately walks toward me, the fear she initially displayed now replaced by feigned confidence. The second woman, much shorter with cropped hair, follows close behind, and my heart races with every step they take closer.“So, you’re the new one,” the first woman says, her voice sharp and biting. Even with the coldness in her tone, there’s a hint of curiosity in her eyes, as though she’s heard of me and wants to know more.I blink, confused by her words. “What do you mean?” I ask, though deep down, a part of me already knows.There can only be one reason we look so similar, and I desperately hope it isn’t true—because if it is, I’ll lose my mind.She tilts her head,
