Amores Improváveis

Amores Improváveis

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Parte desta história é verdadeira e a outra é fruto do meu subconsciente. Sou uma mera telespectadora de um romance improvável, entre duas pessoas totalmente distintas uma da outra, representando um laço de sentimentos não ditos. ''Ele era como um furacão, sem limites e com muita destruição. Rádio no ombro, som no talo. Calças largas e um baseado na mão. Tentando consolar seu coração e o sorriso no rosto toda vez que ele a via.'' ''Ela era toda certinha, sem brincadeiras. Levava seus trabalhos a sério e os fazia com esplendor. Não era o tipo de garota que se encontrava por ai, bebendo algo em bares. Mas podia encontrá-la cantando ou tocando em algum local. Ela não acreditava no que estava acontecendo, ela não queria ele em sua vida (pelo menos, não naquele momento).''
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I'm about to tell you a story about a girl. A normal girl. A girl that had no cares in the world, until her trust for it was stripped away. When you read her story, you'll find yourself trusting her, loving her, rooting for her. But you see, not everyone gets to trust the world. Not everyone has a happy ending. --- Halfway through the kiss however, his attitude changed; instead of being a loving embrace, it became a fierce trap. His grip on her waist tightened, trapped her where she was instead of simply holding her where he wanted her. The hand in her hair grabbed a section of it, enforcing his demand for her not to go anywhere. Before she knew what was happening, he left go of her hair, and pushed her to the ground. She gasped, suddenly able to breathe. He stood up and walked over to her. He placed a soft hand on her cheek, just like he used to when he was telling her how special she was to him. None of the emotion was there this time however, all she could feel radiating from his was rage. "You shouldn't have run off, babe," he said bitterly. "I was about to show you how much I loved you. Instead, I now have to show you what happens when you anger me." --- The men regarded her, before she was shoved to the ground and one produced a whip. There, laying broken on the floor, as the other girls watched, she was whipped. Slowly, she felt her skin breaking in time with her heart and her will.

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