" They Hate Each Other. "
" No, They Don't. Not Really. "
It all started with a young women named Aurora. There comes many courses of events as a Professor and Assistant meet again....
2 humans collide struggling to keep there emotions in tack.
Co...
Make those you care for happy. I how she craves validation. Not attention merely the fact to feel welcome. You say thank you and nod. I will show people just how happy I can be. How long will others detect that thee is dead inside? Worshipping for everything to end. Shall she just give up? "What should I do Molly?" Aurora sighed petting her brave yet affectionate Beagle. My how she adored her hound. A girl's best friend. Speaking of best friends she needed to get in touch with Melissa.
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"From what you've spoken so far... I'd say that Professor of yours seems rather fond of you!"
Wide-open eyes pierced through Molly. Did I just hear her correctly?! "Excuse me! Are you out of your mind! Out of everything I just stated, you observed that! you crazy little one."the girl boasted.
Molly tilted her head. Of course, she listened to her owner..... the dam dog just wanted treats. "Yes, Aurora I took notice. The dark mysterious man went out of his manner to help you with the devil." Aurora chuckled. "Maybe I tell you something?"
The girl rolled her eyes nevertheless nodded.
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"You say he's agonizing...which in this case he seems to like it. Even so, he sat with you while playing the piano. You say he's a Death Eater but is misunderstood. Aurora. . . you sense no evil in him although he's mean. Which is it Aurora? Additionally from where I can tell he couldn't keep his eyes off, you my dear!" Molly exclaimed.
Aurora turned her body facing opposite of her hound.
Silent treatment.
Minutes passed by before Aurora decided to speak up. "Okay, I see your point, Molly." No, you don't. "He only cares about himself and would rather die than hold hands with me again. That aside... I sympathize with him only because he misjudged. The man is faking his personality. I can smell it, Molly. He's dying on the inside waiting for something to trigger him but I'm precisely demanding to figure out what could? Anyways I still hate the man."
"Hate is a strong word-
"Yes, but to my advantage, he's been an arse every sense we were in school. I'm not holding it against him however he is still the same. I will not tolerate such disrespect."
