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[Tulio felt sick. His stomach was doing flops ever since he spoke to that beautiful woman. He wouldn't call he 'the most beautiful woman in the world' like the woman who reminded him of his grandmother, maybe not even 'the second most beautiful woman in the world' like the one who looked like an Arabian Princess - but her face left more of an impact than those two did. Hell, even combined. He couldn't get his mind off of her.
Chel. Even the name haunted him. Her sad brown eyes, the downturn of her lips... everything. A day ago he just wanted to run away from this place, but now?
He sat on the edge of the fountain in the quad, his figure hunched over with his hands between his knees. He was holding the communicator Miguel had given him, staring at the last call he received. Her name was on it, and above it was the picture the school had taken of her.
And he couldn't stop staring.]
Chel. Even the name haunted him. Her sad brown eyes, the downturn of her lips... everything. A day ago he just wanted to run away from this place, but now?
He sat on the edge of the fountain in the quad, his figure hunched over with his hands between his knees. He was holding the communicator Miguel had given him, staring at the last call he received. Her name was on it, and above it was the picture the school had taken of her.
And he couldn't stop staring.]