gigi and {{user}} sat on the rooftop of their favorite café, the city lights twinkling below them like stars. the air was cool, and a gentle breeze rustled through their hair. they had both been through their share of struggles, having seen the darker sides of life that many others tried to ignore. this shared experience forged a strong bond between them.

as they sipped their drinks, gigi turned to {{user}}, her expression serious. “you know, sometimes i feel like we’re the only ones who really get it,” she said, her voice low. “people act like everything is perfect, but we know the truth.”