Chapter 79
BRIELLE Cheveyo had saved me twice, in the most difficult moments where I didn't even expect him to come. He had his full strength when he rescued me, as if he really prepared for it. For the second time, he had his armor. The way he moved, there was the power that somebody could not explain. Why would he arrive at such a perfect time? My ideas are like ballerina steps, ready to leap and whirl at any moment. My father, on the other hand, would always tell me to avoid the black-and-white thinking traps, as well as the greyscale. To keep empathy, love, and compassion at the forefront of my mind. That no matter how pressed I was, I should not judge someone unfairly, especially when there was no tangible evidence but only emotions. So, in this case, I was bringing out the best in me, which i
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