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One second, I was me. A guy, living my life. The next, I woke up in someone else’s body. And not just anyone’s—Esmeralda Robles, a woman, in the goddamn 1890s.
          	
          	Stuck in corsets, drowning in lace, and trying not to trip over my own damn dress. Everyone expects me to act like the perfect Señorita, graceful, elegant, demure. But how the hell do I pretend to be someone I’m not when I can barely walk without falling over?
          	
          	I have to blend in. I have to survive. But the more I stare into the mirror, the more terrifying it becomes. Because Esmeralda’s face is starting to feel like mine.
          	
          	And maybe… just maybe…
          	I’m not in a dream after all.
          	
          	Two Souls of Esmeralda written by sntdivi available on Wattpad!
          	
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One second, I was me. A guy, living my life. The next, I woke up in someone else’s body. And not just anyone’s—Esmeralda Robles, a woman, in the goddamn 1890s.
          
          Stuck in corsets, drowning in lace, and trying not to trip over my own damn dress. Everyone expects me to act like the perfect Señorita, graceful, elegant, demure. But how the hell do I pretend to be someone I’m not when I can barely walk without falling over?
          
          I have to blend in. I have to survive. But the more I stare into the mirror, the more terrifying it becomes. Because Esmeralda’s face is starting to feel like mine.
          
          And maybe… just maybe…
          I’m not in a dream after all.
          
          Two Souls of Esmeralda written by sntdivi available on Wattpad!
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/390305962?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=sntdivi

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Those were the only days Donna saw him.
          
          It all started with a bad day at the park, where she met Archie, a boy with a quiet smile and a habit of showing up exactly when she needed someone. He listened, asked the right questions, and never judged. Their conversations turned into routine, their routine turned into something deeper.
          
          But Archie had rules.
          
          No meetings on Tuesdays, Thursdays, or weekends. No social media. No personal questions.
          
          Donna didn't mind- until one Friday, when he didn't show up. And suddenly, the world she thought she knew began to unravel.
          
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