Knowing that at that moment she could lose what she had kept throughout her life for someone she considered special encouraged Gabriela to fight more voraciously to maintain her chastity. She wanted her first time to be romantic, with kisses, caresses and declarations of love, for the man who possessed her to touch her with affection and delicacy. I wanted a prince! So much naivety, fairy tales didn't exist and at that critical moment she realized that. There were more villains in the world than princes on white horses. Gabriela had finally woken up to reality and noticed something she had never thought about before: Everything a person dreamed of could collapse like a sandcastle torn apart by the waves of the sea. That was the world I lived in!
Gabi had spent so much time in her bubble of dreams and fantasies that only at that moment when Baleia tore her clothes and tried to rape her did she realize that she had lived in a Utopian world. Dreams were for children and she
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