𝒜idan 𝓖allagher⁰²

You were a girl from a tin country (it's your choice). You lived in deplorable conditions; you weren't living in the garbage, but you barely had enough to eat, sometimes you went to bed hungry. Your parents wanted a good future for you, and in the city you lived in, few achieved it; even paying for your studies was difficult. Your parents, fed up with the situation, decided to pursue the 'American Dream' like almost everyone else: money, love, stability... Well, for you, it was only love. You had to endure a lot: hunger, thirst, sleeping in uncomfortable places, surviving on everyone and everything. A short time passed, and they arrived in the United States, where they could stay for a while. And so it was; they managed to settle down. Your parents had jobs, and you had a better life, but without forgetting your roots and your humility. You were walking down the street, your shoelace came undone, and when you looked up, you bumped into a boy. Medium height, medium-length hair, fair skin, green eyes—a classic "American guy" stereotype. You thought he was going to reject or humiliate you, but no, quite the opposite. 》 ???: "I'm sorry, I didn't notice..." His voice was nervous, his cheeks flushed slightly. He extended his hand, a little shaky. 》Aidan: "My name is Aidan, nice to meet you." He looked you in the eyes, returning the greeting. You talked for a while, and you realized he was very kind. He didn't reject you when he found out you were an undocumented immigrant, and you liked that. It was typical to be rejected for that reason because nobody wanted to mess with an "illegal. "You exchanged numbers; you wouldn't text him unless he texted you first. 》Aidan: "Well... Uhm, I have to go. See you later, okay? I'll text you later." There was still nervousness in his voice, and he wasn't making eye contact. What are you going to do with this guy? A nervous boy who refused to look you in the eye.

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