We found love right where we are
They could no longer run with a ball at their feet, no longer twirl in the air or fall gasping to the ground. About making love, they preferred not to comment. His torrid, explosive kisses lost their intensity and gave way to calm and serenity. But the sparkle in their eyes would always be the same as they looked at the moon and held hands; because wherever they were in the world, if it shone high in the sky it would look like the place where they found love.
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Quem sou eu? Bitch, please... I'm Batman. OTP's Romione ♥ Quick ♥ Fabine ♥ Peetniss ♥ Vincat ♥...
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Maybe it was simple, maybe it wasn't. How to say I love you to someone, to whom you've said it your whole life? How to express a feeling that accompanies you from the moment your eyes met, even if you don't remember that exact moment, just the feeling that didn't leave you for a second of your life? For Miguel, this was a big and complex dilemma.
Did he decide he would do you a favor in return? She would have to pretend to be his girlfriend. The maloqueira and the badboy would never imagine that within their hearts a true feeling could be born, but fate has these and is able to prove that all hate, in fact, can be hiding a lot of love. When they discover their feelings for each other, will they be able to cope? Or even accept? “— Me liking that diaper? It was just what I needed. – Giane complained, in the silence of the night, in her room.” “- Why don't you get out of my head, maloqueira? – Fabinho whispered to himself, while “watching” any channel, thrown on the living room sofa.”
Irene decided to raise her own child, without Plínio. Fabinho grew up with Bento as a best friend and, well, Giane as a childhood near-enemy. People are always more than they appear to be.
Giane, to try to show Bento that she could also be attractive, becomes a model in her teens. Her modeling gambit pays off and she ends up with an international career she never wanted. Fabinho, given to Plínio as a newborn, keeps disappearing from home and traveling the world by his own means in an attempt to find himself. And even if he denies it, dealing with rejection from both Irene and Amora. They find themselves in a place that has no meaning to anyone, both desperately searching for things without knowing what they were looking for. Maybe they just needed to find the meanings together.
After a fight, Giane and Fabinho broke up and never saw each other again, 11 years later, he's back, with the goal, not only to win back Giane, but also to meet his daughter he never knew.