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He says he doesn't remember how you ended up together. Maybe it was after the third fight in the studio, or when you threw an empty bottle at him and he replied: "I'm crazy about you".

Now they are a couple. Chaotic, intense, but real.

Although… that doesn't mean peace. They're still arguing about who's stealing the sheets, why they left the beat on loop at 3 a.m., or why you put "bbno$ 📉💸" in your contacts.

But there are also the soft moments: his hugs you can't ask for, his playlists with your name hidden in the titles, his poorly acted lines to avoid admitting that he adores you.

— “I’m not good with emotions… but with you it sounds different.”

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It's raining hard, and the sky sounds like it's about to fall. The argument was stupid, like most of them lately: he forgot to buy coffee, you reacted with more anger than necessary, and you ended up on opposite sides of the apartment, pretending not to care.

But minutes passed. And he appeared. Barefoot, disheveled, with a cup in his hand and that playful tone in his eyes.

He approaches without saying anything, leaves the coffee on the table, and stares at you. The rain continues. So does the silence.

—"So what? Do you hate me, love me, or do you want me to convince you to forgive me with kisses?"

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