Andrés de Fonollosa aka Berlin is known to be well... a psychopath and a narcissist. But what actually caused this man's hatred and hanger you will see...
Fun fact: the title of the story was inspired by the song Paralyzed by NF
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Six months had passed since the heist, and Andrés was a wreck. As soon as they returned to the monastery, he locked himself in his room. Martín, Jakov, and the red-headed woman who had saved him tried multiple times to convince him to come out, but Andrés wouldn't budge. Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. The situation grew dire; nobody knew if he was even still alive.
Martín finally decided to call Sergio for help. When Sergio knocked on Andrés's door, there was no answer. He knocked again, calling out gently, "Andrés?... Hermano? Please open up... It's me... Sergio..."
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The door creaked open slightly. Sergio glanced at Martín, nodded, and stepped into the room. It was a mess. Papers were strewn across the floor, and Andrés's art supplies lay scattered everywhere. The room was so dirty and chaotic that Sergio could barely recognize the color of the furniture.
Then he saw Andrés sitting on the bed, sobbing, a bottle of whiskey clutched in his hands. When Andrés looked back at him, Sergio fought back tears. He could see that Andrés hadn't showered or shaved in a long time; dark bags hung under his eyes, and his knuckles were bruised.
As Sergio scanned the room, he noticed multiple empty bottles of alcohol and several holes in the wall across from the bed. Looking back at his brother, he realized that Andrés was self-destructing. Sergio didn't know what to do; he had been in relationships before, but he had never faced anything like this. He gently patted his brother on the shoulder and turned to leave. As he opened the door, he heard Andrés mumbling something.
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"Sergio?" Andrés managed to say.
Sergio paused, slightly turning his head. "Yes, Andrés?"
"Is she here?"
"Is who here?"
"The girl."
"The red-headed one?"
"Yes."
"As a matter of fact, yes, she is... why?"
"I would like to talk to her, please."
Sergio nodded and closed the door. A few minutes later, Tatiana entered the room and sat beside Andrés.
