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Story of a roller coaster
She always loved tranquility.
The peaceful routine of days ending with a chat on the sofa, a simple dinner, a guitar leaning in the corner.
She liked knowing what to expect, feeling solid ground beneath her feet, living without surprises. Calm was her refuge.
But one day, someone gave her a ticket for a roller coaster.
She didn't want to go on it. She had always been afraid of those things: speed, falling, vertigo. She was scared of losing control. But she got on, because he asked her to, and she didn't know how to say no.
The first ride was a nightmare. She closed her eyes, clung to her seat, and prayed she would make it to the end alive. When it finally stopped, she got off dizzy, her legs shaking and her heart in her throat. But he was laughing, euphoric, with that energy that only those who live looking for the next thrill have. Before she could catch her breath, he already had another ticket in his hand.
She tried to refuse. She said she couldn't take it anymore, that she needed a break. He got angry. He called her boring, incapable of enjoying herself, of understanding what it meant to truly live. And she, hurt, got back on.
Again and again.
Each fall made her cry, each turn left her more empty, but she stayed there, thinking that if she held on long enough, he would tire of the vertigo and come down with her. That he would learn to enjoy solid ground.
But he didn't.
He kept buying tickets.
And she kept riding.
Riding and crying silently, wondering when she lost her way, how to stop a machine that has no brakes, how to return to the quiet life she loved so much. That she misses so much...
Posted 10/7/2025, 8:00 AM