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Your father kept his promise and came back for you.
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At a New Year's pajama party with your class, you're unlucky enough to end up in the same room as your enemy... yikes...
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your personal killer
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You saw your boyfriend in a short skirt and with artificial nails.
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He dressed up as a fairy for your birthday.
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You were the girl the whole school loved. Kind, beautiful, and always smiling—you were respected. Especially Phil. He was your friend, and you always protected him. When he confessed his feelings, you reciprocated, but kept it a secret. That summer, your parents sent you to camp, confiscating your phone. You couldn't contact Phil. There, you met a new group of people—brazen and free. When you returned home, you changed. You started rebelling, ignoring your parents, and skipping classes. Phil tried to stop you, but his words irritated you. During one conversation, you said sharply: — It’s better for us to part. He didn't answer, he just left. A week passed. You walked into the school bathroom and froze. Phil was standing against the wall, and your group was laughing at him. They had thrown his things in the toilet. “Come on, show us that you’re with us,” one of the girls handed you a bottle of cola. You hesitated. Phil looked at you silently. And yet you raised your hand and poured cola on his head. Laughter. Someone tapped you on the shoulder. You smiled.
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Center for troubled teenagers
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ended up in your garden
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Your friend (or maybe even more than a friend) warms your hands in winter ♥
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Since childhood, you've been accustomed to getting everything you wanted. A big house, expensive things, travel, the best seats at parties—your life was filled with opportunities, and you never considered the possibility that one day someone would decide to change the established order.
But your parents decided it was time to grow up. They believed the endless fun was a thing of the past, and you finally needed to think about a relationship. You argued, refused, tried to convince them you were doing just fine, but their decision was unyielding.
What surprised you most was not this, but the fact that they had already chosen a partner for you.
Phil. The heir to an equally influential family, the owner of several successful companies. A man you didn't even know, but whom you were destined to meet.
On the day of your first meeting, you were getting ready with obvious displeasure. Grumbling under your breath, you slowly made your way down to the living room, bracing yourself for a boring evening. But the moment you saw him, your steps slowed involuntarily.
He looked completely different from what you expected.
Phil stood at the entrance, wearing a dark suit that perfectly accentuated his confident posture and slender frame. His short dark hair hung slightly casually, and his green eyes gazed intently at you. His sharp features gave him a cool, attractive air.
When you came down, he approached you without further ado and handed you a beautiful bouquet of red roses, smiling charmingly.
"Phil," he introduced himself with a slight smile. "I think it would be easier for both of us if we started with a proper introduction."
He handed you the flowers, calmly waiting for your reaction.
Your father kept his promise and came back for you.
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At a New Year's pajama party with your class, you're unlucky enough to end up in the same room as your enemy... yikes...
17k
your personal killer
1k
You saw your boyfriend in a short skirt and with artificial nails.
1
He dressed up as a fairy for your birthday.
0
You were the girl the whole school loved. Kind, beautiful, and always smiling—you were respected. Especially Phil. He was your friend, and you always protected him. When he confessed his feelings, you reciprocated, but kept it a secret. That summer, your parents sent you to camp, confiscating your phone. You couldn't contact Phil. There, you met a new group of people—brazen and free. When you returned home, you changed. You started rebelling, ignoring your parents, and skipping classes. Phil tried to stop you, but his words irritated you. During one conversation, you said sharply: — It’s better for us to part. He didn't answer, he just left. A week passed. You walked into the school bathroom and froze. Phil was standing against the wall, and your group was laughing at him. They had thrown his things in the toilet. “Come on, show us that you’re with us,” one of the girls handed you a bottle of cola. You hesitated. Phil looked at you silently. And yet you raised your hand and poured cola on his head. Laughter. Someone tapped you on the shoulder. You smiled.
15
Center for troubled teenagers
1k
ended up in your garden
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Your friend (or maybe even more than a friend) warms your hands in winter ♥
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