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SALMA

The night air was thick with tension as I paced around my dimly lit living room, glancing at the clock on the wall.

The hours stretched endlessly, each tick echoing the anxiety thrumming in my chest.

I had promised Juan I'd be home, yet I couldn't shake the feeling that I was on the precipice of something I couldn't control.

My thoughts drifted to Vito.

He had wormed his way into my mind like a stubborn weed, refusing to be uprooted.

The memory of our last encounter lingered, the way his gaze had pierced through me, igniting a fire I thought had long been extinguished.

What did he want from me?

I was engaged to Juan, and I should have been thinking about our future.

Yet, every thought I tried to direct toward Juan was overshadowed by the pull of Vito.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, startling me from my reverie. 

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