"It worked; they left. It seems the damsel in distress role doesn't belong to us after all."

  "This isn't our life; it's wrong to follow it. We o find a way out of this situation," asserted Aster, a determined expression on her face.

  Damián agreed, shaking his head with a hint of exasperated humor. "Indeed, it isn't," he responded, furrowing his brows aing out an ironic smile.

  Aster tinued, gesturing with her hands to emphasize her words. "We 't merely a the obvious and fulfill these obligations; it would be mado do more than we should. We should view things as a starting point, not an end".

  With a challenging look, Damián nodded. "We 't aplish the impossible, but we work with the ditions we have.

  I'm determio give my best and achieve as much as possible. After all, perfect couples deserve a dash of chaos in their lives."

  Aster let out an ironic ugh. "The only thing we've brought from our past lives are our personal experiences. We are not mediocre, and we will not let mediocrity define us. 'Fortune favors the brave,' even if that means breaking some rules along the way".

  "We either sit and cry or stand up and face it; we need an imbaanding up requires a ge of state."

  Damián tinued, stressing that there were no obligations to follow what was written in the book. He made it clear he didn't want to know anything about what had been read, as they were not the inals and this is their life.

  In an advisory tone, Damián emphasized, "Fet everythiioned in that book." We are not the inal protagonists, and we are not bound by the same circumstances."

  He went on to expin that even without being married, there was a truth about retionships: When one person isn't chosen by the other, there's a high likelihood of issues and dissatisfa.

  Damian highlighted the differeween being together by choid being together by a dition, such as pheromones. He pointed out that when a retionship is based on an imposed dition rather than mutual choice, there's a predisposition to failure.

  It was clear to Damián that it wasn't necessary to have a book to predict that the retionship between him and Aster was destio fail. The situation they found themselves in was a cssic example of an ued dition rather than a scious choice.

  Aster listeteo Damián words, aowledging the validity of his arguments. Her friend was right; they weren't the inal characters of the story and didn't o follow the script. If she were truly Aster, she would take revenge orice Phillips.

  "Let's mess everything up on purpose; let's show that we are the opposite of what they expect, thus highlighting the protagonists' qualities. Do you know that love is a real hell? Let's atta a sick way, take care of each other obsessively, and turn sex into a reward game.

  Let's show them that all of this is passion, and passion is ephemeral. But beiremely toxic, let's break all these paradigms."

  Damián listeo Aster's words attentively. His friend was right; they had the power to ge the course of the story.

  Damián raised an eyebrow, surprised at the mention of sex, and looked curiously at Aster for an expnation. Aster, in turn, casually responded, as if she were sharing a dark secret:

  "Sex? Well, think of Adam as aiimal. He's wild, exg, and full of primal instincts. The important thing is for us to be extremely toxic; what do you think?"

  Damián was intrigued by the perspective presented by Aster a out an embarrassed smile. He realized that, in a way, they were challenging ventions and breaking pre-established paradigms. The idea of expl this intense and burning side of the retionship awakened a bitter taste in Damián's mouth.

  Damián smirked in a gloomy way. Reizing the sarcastie of the pn, he questioned, "Sex as aiimal? Wild, intense, and full of primal instincts..."

  Both shared a strange look, ready to veo unknown terrain. They were determio transform loving iions into an explosive and liberating experience, defying ventional expectations and boundaries.

  With a faint resolve, Damián agreed with Aster. "Let's make everything g. If they insist on trolling us, we'll show that we're wrong on purpose. We'll challenge all paradigms and show that love be toxid chaotic. We'll surprise them and show we're not here to follow pre-determined rules."

  After a strange smile formed on Aster's lips, he looked seriously at Damián and, suddenly, let out an ironic ugh.

  "You know what, Damián? I think you should just be yourself," said Aster in a sarcastie."

  "The difficult man, plicated, full of habits, who has never been able to maintain a retionship. After all, I think that will work out very well for us. It will be a beautiful mess, a mixture of chaos and more chaos."

  Damián looked surprised at Aster. Who then responded: "Don't look at me like that, you know we be the perfect pair of imperfes, the explosive bination of neuroses and idiosyncrasies. It's what we are."

  Both ughed, reizing the irony and authenticity of the situation.

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  Aster and Damián stood before the entrance of the Stonehenge Gallery, their eyes traversing the imposing facade of the building. They were the antagonists, ambitious individuals with a passion for art, although they didn't belong to the social elite. The gallery was situated in a part of the city that was emerging and quickly growing iistid sophisticated se.

  Dressed elegantly, Aster and Damián stood out iransf enviro. Aster paraded with fidehe long cream-colored coat ing around her like a armor. The luxurious fabrid ral color of the coat atuated her slender figure, while the bd white striped shirt underh added a touch of personality to her style. The bck pants and high boots pleted the refined look, undersg her elegand sophistication. Her bck hair, carefully arranged, trasted with the cream coat, and her blue eyes with hints of violet shoh determination ahusiasm.

  Damián, oher hand, radiated a rexed and casual charm. His light blue coat highlighted his reddish-blond hair, perfectly matg the immacutely ironed white shirt. The dark jeans and white sneakers added a touodernity to his rexed look. plementing the ensemble, a pair of sungsses gave a hint of mystery to his style. Together, Aster and Damián were an example of style and elegance, representing the emerging energy of the region.

  As for the enviro surrounding the Stonehenge Gallery, it was like a precious jewel situated in the heart of a part of the city that was rising iistid sophisticated se. Iional designer shops and gourmet restaurants with exquisite cuisine lihe street, inviting visitors to explore their s. Attractive bookstores invited a pause to leaf through the pages of literary works of art. The best hotels in the region, while not as luxurious as the elite's, offered a pleasant experieo visitors. The vibrant energy of art and the entrepreneurial spirit merged harmoniously in this emerging region.

  The facade of the Stonehenge Gallery was a true symbol of hope and ambition. Its rge gss doors, framed by details in polished bronze, invited visitors to enter. A Stonehenge logo, artistically sculpted, adorhe entrance, adding a touch of prestige and css. Strategic lighting highlighted the architecture of the building, making it stand out as an unmistakable ndmark, even as night fell.

  With a final look of admiration at the Stonehenge Gallery, Aster and Damiáered the building fidently, ready to seize the opportunity to step into the rising art se.

  Despite the familiarity of the memories, Damián and Aster moved through the gallery as if it was their first time, a curious and iigative look in their eyes. They began by visiting each space of the gallery, the air circution, cheg the funality of the mandatory security equipment. Their expressions were serious, focused, as they moved methodically from room to room.

  They verified the authenticity of the artworks and photographs, Aster's trained aiculous gaze leaving ail unattehe gallery ce pulsing with creative energy, each piece a story, each artist a new world to discover.

  In a world dominated by the virtual, the gallery held onto its beaportan the art market. It still taught vocabury, supported and advised artists, even in a world where indepe careers thrived. Damián looked at Aster, an approving smile f on his lips.

  There alpable energy of innovation and progress, with ongoing projects seeking artists who shared the same wavelength with the gallery. The gallery was gaining ground in the virtual world with virtual tours and presentations, already attrag critid admirers.

  Aster, the dising curator, and Damián, the shrewd director, were the heart of the gallery. Emelihe tireless right hand, was introduced as the operations mahe driving force behind the gallery's efficy. They favored more intimate exhibitions, fog on the quality of the art and the viewer's experience.

  Damián then walked into the gallery's office, determio ehat the Stonehenge Gallery maintais high standard. Damián's office was a refle of his refiaste, with a cssic modern design and an aura of luxury. Shelves filled with a books and modern sculptures, a tasteful leather couch, a polished mahogany desk, and carefully selected arras of pnts and flowers pleted the enviro.

  The entire gallery was a model anization. There was a meeting room with an ebony fereable and cushioned chairs, as well as private offices for Damián and Aster.

  The gallery's operation was a model of professionalism. The team sisted of highly qualified and passionate professionals in various areas, from history and visual arts to architecture and philosophy. With departments of sales, logistics, unication, and institutional retions, the gallery operated effitly. Damián and Aster quickly adapted to the gallery's operations.