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Manon in short film “NOT BAD” •27.01.26

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ᴅᴀɴɪᴇʟᴀ ᴀᴠᴀɴᴢɪɴɪ x ғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴏᴠᴇʀᴠɪᴇᴡ: ɪɴsᴛᴇᴀᴅ ᴏғ sᴛᴏᴘᴘɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ, ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇᴛ ʜᴇʀ— ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴsᴇǫᴜᴇɴᴄᴇs.

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Have you ever done something completely out of your comfort zone, just because you loved someone so much? Because from the very beginning, that was you—hopelessly, undeniably in love with her. Every laugh, every shared secret, every late-night call had quietly tied your heart to hers. It was never a secret—you were human, and your heart had always belonged to Daniela. And like everyone else in this cruel, goddamn world, you made mistakes. You fell in love… even knowing it could destroy everything.

This world is full of people—so many to love, so many to admire. But why her? Why Daniela? Why did your heart betray you like this, picking someone who could give you hope one moment and leave you hollow the next?

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Back then, everything seemed safe. You were her best friend, her constant, her shoulder to lean on. She needed a ride? You were there. She needed someone to talk to? You dropped everything. She needed comfort, someone to just be there? You didn’t hesitate. You were a good friend. Maybe… too good.

You had loved her quietly from the start, keeping your feelings buried beneath teasing jokes and protective gestures. She was family to you, someone you couldn’t imagine losing. Your bond had always felt unshakable… until that night.

You can’t unsee it: her lips on yours, trembling, desperate, refusing to let go as she cried into your arms. Her body pressed against you, hands on your shoulders, legs straddling your lap as she kissed you again and again. Needing you. Wanting you. That wasn’t supposed to happen. And yet… you kissed her back.

She was tipsy—not drunk, just reckless. She’d just broken up with her boyfriend and called you, crying, begging for someone to make her feel alive again, to breathe again. You shouldn’t have gone. You were exhausted, hesitant… but she needed you.

At first, it was harmless. Laughter. Girl talk. Rants about her ex. You rolled your eyes, teased her, let her vent. She was like a sister… or so you told yourself.

Then her gaze shifted.

“That dress fits you… where’d you get it?” Her eyes lingered over you, a glance that made your heart stop for just a moment. “We bought it together,” you said softly, “when we were with Manon—”

“Manon?” she scoffed, rolling her eyes, her voice low and teasing. “Could you maybe not mention her name for once? It’s… irritating.” She scooted closer, pouting slightly, resting her head just a breath away from your shoulder. Her fingers brushed yours in a way that lingered, just long enough to make your chest tighten.

You tried to mock her with a roll of your eyes. “What’s your beef with her now?”

She smirked, and something in that smirk twisted inside you. “Well, I guess you’ve got a new best friend now—Manon this, Manon that.”

Her words, her glance, the way she leaned in—it felt like hope. Maybe she felt it too. Maybe she had wanted this all along. Before you could catch yourself, she had you pinned, straddling your lap. Her warm, wine-scented breath brushed your lips. You tried to push her away. “Dani, I swear—” But she didn’t let go.

“I’ve always wanted to explore… I’ll take this as a sign.”

And then, she kissed you.

For a heartbeat, you tried to resist, the rational part of your brain screaming at you to stop. But desire—and something else, something fragile and hopeful—overpowered it. Your lips met hers again and again, her hands tangled in your hair, your own hands pressed to her hips. Heat, longing, hope, and guilt collided in every stolen second.

In that instant, everything changed. The friendship, the trust, the years of safety you had built—they all fractured. You told yourself it was okay—she had initiated it. The spark was undeniable… wasn’t it? Right?

But deep down, your chest ached with the knowledge that this was more than a kiss. It was a line crossed, a boundary broken, a promise you hadn’t realized you’d made to yourself. And even if it felt electric, even if it felt like she might want you too, the truth was already settling in your bones: nothing would ever be the same again.

The day after that night, the world felt heavier. Everything was the same, yet nothing was. You kept replaying it in your mind—the way her lips had felt against yours, the warmth of her body pressed to yours, the hope that maybe, just maybe, she had felt something too.

But when you saw her the next day, she was different. The spark was gone. The teasing glances, the lingering touches—they’d vanished. She laughed at your jokes, but it felt hollow, distant, like she was somewhere else entirely. You tried to catch her eye, to recreate a fragment of what happened, but she looked through you, not at you. You thought maybe it was nerves, maybe a hangover, maybe a game she was playing. But the truth hit you slowly, crushingly: she wasn’t into you. She never had been. She was straight. That night hadn’t meant what you thought it meant. Every word she said, every laugh that once made your chest swell with hope, now felt like a reminder of your mistake. You’d crossed a line that could never be uncrossed. You’d given yourself to a moment of possibility—and it had only left you exposed.

You wanted to talk to her, to ask what it all meant, but the words caught in your throat. What could you even say? How could you explain that you’d loved her from the beginning, that your heart had been hers long before her lips had touched yours? How could you admit that you’d hoped she felt the same way, only to be met with a truth you couldn’t unhear? So you stayed quiet. You smiled when she looked at you, tried to act normal, but inside you were breaking. Each small gesture of hers—light, careless, utterly oblivious to the storm in your chest—felt like a knife twisting deeper.

And in that silence, you realized the cruelest part: love had always been yours alone. You had crossed a boundary, felt the heat of possibility, and in the aftermath… you were left with nothing but the echo of what could never be.

She was still your friend. She always would be. But now, every laugh, every touch, every shared glance carried the bitter weight of heartbreak. And you, hopelessly, painfully, had no one to blame but yourself.

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