𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲 [peso pluma]

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lagunas ; peso pluma

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1:42 ──ㅇ───── 3:50

" y nada entre lagunas de mi mente, que se hacen por saber qué se siente, volver a besar tu frente,
tal vez en otra galaxia sí fue diferente. tal vez ahí sí se nos dio lo que quisimos siempre."

june 13th, 2021 ; 1:13am

Celine slouched drunkenly in her seat, her head resting heavily on Fiona's shoulder as they both giggled at something ridiculous. The night had been a blur of dancing, laughter, and more drinks than she could count. Now, as Natanael's friends were saying their goodbyes, Celine waved with exaggerated enthusiasm. "Byeeee Juniorrrrr," she said farewell, her words elongated and slurred.

Junior chuckled, reaching out to ruffle her hair before heading off. "Adios, Celine. Cuidate!"[Take care].

Celine grumbled, attempting to fix her hair with a pout. Natanael stepped in front of the girls, surveying the scene with a mix of amusement and responsibility. "Okay, let's go, you three," he announced, his voice cutting through the laughter and chatter. He had stopped drinking an hour ago, giving himself time to sober up so he could safely take them home.

Natanael first helped Brenda steady Fiona, who was definitely feeling the effects of alcohol the most. Fiona swayed slightly, giggling at nothing in particular, while Brenda kept a firm grip on her arm. "I got her," Brenda assured, her tone steady despite her own tipsy state.

Nata then turned to Celine, who blinked up at him with a dazed but happy smile. "Come on, Cel," he said gently, slipping an arm around her waist to help her stand. She leaned heavily against him, her head resting on his shoulder as they made their way to the car.

Once everyone was settled inside, Nata started the engine and pulled away from the club. The car filled with the sound of blaring music as they danced and sang along, their voices mingling with drunken joy. Celine's head bobbed to the beat, her eyes half-closed as she sang along to the lyrics she barely knew.