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𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆!
𝑰 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖!
𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖.
𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖!
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HE waited.
Still nothing.
He called.
No answer
He messaged.
No reply.
He thought maybe she was busy studying or maybe she's hanging with her sister since they never had a full day to hang out.
He felt something was off.
He tried calling her again.
No answer.
He went to her house.
No one was there.
Now he's worried.
He went to school thinking maybe she went to school early to study some more or get help from a teacher.
The whole school day, he didn't see her.
So he went to the only person he knew that probably knows where she is.
Without knocking, he barged in the room angrily.
"Where is she?" He slammed his hands on the desk.
"Excuse me?" Marcelo asked.
You won't be seeing her anymore.
"I don't have time for fucking games! Where. Is. She?!" Vincent said word by word.
"I was gonna ask you the same question," Marcelo fell back in his chair to see Vincent.
"What?"
"I was gonna ask you, where is Violeta? I haven't seen her in class, and she usually comes everyday," Marcelo played along.
