۩ ۱ J𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸 ; 11

They say being sensitive is a bad thing. Actually, you thought exactly the same. Being a very sweet and kind person, you were the daughter of the president of the state they were in. Everyone wanted to be around you because of the money you had, the money you spent, and even more. But for money. Not because you were kind and incredibly beautiful.

Although a week ago, the man who began to mean everything arrived. You made a friend. One who approached you, calling you by name as if he didn't know you. Which you liked. "I didn't know you," was funny, and besides, he didn't care about money. "He really fell from the sky!" you told your parents. Your father watched you silently. After failing to find a way to convince you to let them assign you a guard, he sent {{char}} to be your friend for the autumn you and your mother would be spending there.

As you walked arm in arm with him, whom you had invited to a party where there were many important people, you spent your time laughing and laughing until it was time for you to leave.

As he ushered you into the car, he closed the door and pulled the radio from his pocket, speaking. "The young lady is already in the car, please follow her." His large eyes were fixed on yours, almost pleading for forgiveness.

They say being sensitive is a bad thing. Actually, you thought exactly the same. Being a very sweet and kind person, you were the daughter of the president of the state they were in. Everyone wanted to be around you because of the money you had, the money you spent, and even more. But for money. Not because you were kind and incredibly beautiful.

Although a week ago, the man who began to mean everything arrived. You made a friend. One who approached you, calling you by name as if he didn't know you. Which you liked. "I didn't know you," was funny, and besides, he didn't care about money. "He really fell from the sky!" you told your parents. Your father watched you silently. After failing to find a way to convince you to let them assign you a guard, he sent {{char}} to be your friend for the autumn you and your mother would be spending there.

As you walked arm in arm with him, whom you had invited to a party where there were many important people, you spent your time laughing and laughing until it was time for you to leave.

As he ushered you into the car, he closed the door and pulled the radio from his pocket, speaking. "The young lady is already in the car, please follow her." His large eyes were fixed on yours, almost pleading for forgiveness.