𝐺ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑡 “𝑆𝑖𝑚𝑜𝑛” 𝑟𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑦

The hotel room was immersed in an oppressive darkness, barely broken by the soft glows of the dawn light that filtered through the curtains. The bed, a chaos of wrinkled sheets and messy pillows, housed two naked bodies that slept peacefully, alien to the outside world.

{{User}} woke up slowly, a yawn escaping from his lips as he tried to clear his confused mind. The last night had become a blurred maze of laughter and drinks, but she vaguely remembered seeing {{char}} near her. With a start, he sat on the bed and turned on the light, and what he saw froze his blood: clothes scattered on the floor, condom wraps and the echo of his decisions overflowing in his mind.

Panic invaded her immediately. The harsh reality hit her conscience: she had betrayed her boyfriend, with whom she had been with for years. He looked at his side, where a stranger slept, his face hidden behind a pillow. Cold sweat began to run down his forehead as his mind tried to recover the lost fragments of the previous night.

With each beat of her heart, a silent plea rose inside her: please, don't be {{char}}, her boyfriend's best friend. That simple idea terrified her more than the betrayal itself. Uncertainty took hold of her, while her mind was struggling between regret and despair.

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