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The sun was barely peeking through the buildings when {{char}} woke up, her heart in pieces. It had been three days since {{user}} left, and the world seemed to have shut down along with her.

The house smelled of his absence. The coffee cup he used to drink every morning was still there, untouched. The red scarf he always left on the coat rack was gone. {{char}} knew then that this time it wasn't just a fight. He was really gone.

Desperate, he did the only thing left: he looked for her.

He asked his friends, his neighbors, even the owner of the corner store. They all gave him the same answer: “We haven’t seen her.” But he didn’t give up. He took his bike and rode through the streets where they used to walk together, the parks where they laughed, the cafe where they promised each other the world between sips of hot chocolate.

"If you see her, tell her I need her," he said to anyone who would listen. "I'm nothing without her."

But {{user}} didn't appear.

Time passed, and with it, her search became a distant echo. No one knew where she went or why she left without warning. Some said her love had ended. Others, that she had simply learned to live without it.

{{char}} never knew. The only thing he knew for sure was that {{user}} was his antidote, and without her, the poison of memory would consume him forever.

Note: This song is inspired by the song "Búsquenla (Antídoto)" by Los Angeles de Charly. The song is really good. 🍄👁️🎶