Dreamworld - Conflicting hearts

d choose anywhere, I would choose there. We had things that no amount of money could buy: friendship, complicity, empathy. We all knew each

ove, one below. In the center there was a huge swimming pool, always very clean and inviting. The walls were very high, with the iron gate imitating an old castle railing being the only way to enter. Only the residents had access and each one had a single key. The small ballroom was used regularly, where the owner had beautiful parties, with lots of drink, loud music, good food and fun. The go

nts of the 5 apartments, because in one she lived. She was an excellent person, with a huge heart, even to the point of feeling sorry for some people who sometimes didn't pay their rent. In my opinion she was the funniest person in the world. He just didn't care too much about the day after tomorrow. But that in no way interfered with the strong woman she was. Gisa had been studying

dreamers, in search of our perfect lives. I often thought reality was so far away from us that, although no lo

eir different personalities so that we could live as if it were in a movie or a soap opera. I just

ived alone. It wasn't pretty, but it was pretty. She had a good job and was always well dressed and perfumed. She w

her that we didn't know: that of insecurity and sentimentality. She was still in love with Jonathan. She worked as a realtor. Samantha was one of the most beautiful women I've ever

ulsive and unpredictable. Ah... He didn't lis

feels about Samantha, but I'm sure she suffers a lot for him. We didn't talk much, but he was always very kind to me. In the time he dated Samantha he didn't go to our apartment much, so I didn't have much contact wit

could have. I didn't even remember how many years I'd known her. I know we shared lunch in high school and fought over the boys. And we grew up saying we'd move

ace did not say otherwise. His sky-blue eyes were as beautiful as he was and his frequent kindness. A respon

rld, but it felt like we'd known him for years. He was very busy, always working, but when he had the opportunity he would join the us, even for a f

a rich family, however he lived with Gisa without helping in any way financially. From time to time he appeared with some big cars displaying the fortune that I don't even know if it was real. I cared about Gisa's well being an

relationship official. I knew the women lived behind him, but I didn't think much of it. How could I care about them if I didn't even care about what we had with each other? I thought he liked me and I thought it would be nice not to be alone f

don't love him. I like my life, but I don't love it. I was one of the first residents of Dreamworld. And in this place I would never have imagined living the best years of my life... And also the worst days. There I met tru