She attended a party in a castle with many aisles and stairs. First, she met Charles Leclerc and told him her husband supported Ferrari, but she was more of a Red Bull girl. Then, she met him, and they started going down a long set of stairs to the bottom together. There was a small puddle, and he pushed her a little. She got angry; she didn't want to wet her dress. And she was even more angry because he would never do that. In front of her, there was Matías. He jumped a little just to reach the base of the stairs but fell into the puddle and didn't come up. She started calling him, trying to tell people around that she saw him jump and ask for help. But people didn't listen to her. She started crawling back up to give space to people who could actually help. Someone jumped from the top and took Matias out. She was crying; he was unresponsive. People dragged him to the top. She wasn't sad because of him; they were never friends. She was sad because, again, people didn't hear her. Nightmare.
Friday, 15 December 2023
Drown
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