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HUGO & MONICA
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.:. PROLOGUE .:.
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Love. Passion. Different words that have different meanings on dictionaries. But tell me something sincerely: does the name of the feeling matter when your heart beats faster? When heart pace speeds up as see someone, just like when your team scores a goal in the final game of a championship. When your heart forgets to beat when you hear that voice. When you forget to breathe when you feel the touch of the skin?
By the way, why name an uncontrollable feeling? Or were you ever able to choose to fall for someone? Yes, yes, there is always that someone you choose to kiss or to keep you company when you were feeling lonely. But love? Passion? I'm sure that in some point of your life a friend already said that s/he knows someone P-E-R-F-E-C-T for you and when you meet that someone there was no "click"? And those who have the power to turn your life upside down are usually described as "so different from you" ... That old story that opposites attract. Guess we can't say that there is reason in the things done by the heart...
Nevertheless, it is difficult to see someone complaining about falling in love. You feel so complete, so good about everything; it's like a contagious joy, a desire to sing at all times. And the fact that the other is so different from us, as they say, may be what makes it so magical and interesting. This allows different conversations, different problems, makes you meet different people. Yeah, love can broaden our horizons. This makes me think about one thing: if we were to fall in love only with people like us, with those who our friends think are our "perfect match", wouldn't it be a little monotonous? If I like yellow, for example, what would I have to talk with someone who also likes yellow? Of course, we can even discuss how the color yellow is beautiful and about all the things that are beautiful in yellow, but until when would it be, let's say, fun? Yeah ... Being in love with someone who likes blue, for example, could help me compare things in yellow and blue. I could try to understand how the other color can be interesting, or at least learn to respect the other opinions. You know, I think that there is reason behind the things done by the heart!
You must be wondering why this creature is here philosophizing about love in this hour of the day? And I agree with you: love is something that is much better when we feel it rather than when we speak about it. The fact is that like any taleteller I can not contain the impulse I have to tell a story that I know, much less fail to make my dear readers clearly understand the surroundings of the story I'm about to tell. Well, having done that, maybe I can go to the story. For this we need to make a short trip to another place in time and space. This, my dear, is a story about two young people, and it all started in a summer morning of the year 2026...
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A.N.: Hi there! This is based in a brazillian song called "Eduardo e Mônica" that means, well, "Edward and Monica". I hope you guys take your time to follow it and leave a review in that cute box down bellow!
A.N.2: Now with a lovely beta-reader: Potterholic!