Her name is y/n
She's 17
Her boyfriends name is Shawn
He's 19
Perfect relationship
Y/n was a psycho for Shawn she would kill everybody for him but he didn't know she was like that
She has a problem we all know it but does she know she doesn't really like it when someone talked about the things that make her insecure
She has brown hair and brown eyes when she looked at you you could literally feel the tension between you and her
But her eyes were always at Shawn
He was the only one for her but this isn't a love story oh no not at all
He saw that she could never be the one he deserved but he tried and saw that she was different but there wasn't love
For y/n it wasn't love either it was obsessed and not in a healthy way
After writing a few lines, sensing a block in creativity, Y/n clicked the 'Write for me' button for some inspiration. Suddenly, a new screen opened. The screen read, "Writing assistance is provided B using machine learning algorithms that can help you in writing your story. Feel free to edit the story thereafter or select 'Needs More' if you want the B assistance to continue writing for you." Y/n stared intensely at the screen. This was way beyond her expectations.
She went back to the first screen and started writing again, this time a bit uncertain of the quality of the story. It didn't matter, it was all going to be edited by the B Assistant anyway. As Y/n wrote, the B Assistant changed the story as expected. It helped Y/n write a great story of two lovers that finally got it all together.
Y/n was very happy with the story, she even didn't want to make any changes to it. She called up Shawn and told him about the new app she had downloaded. Shawn didn't care much about that new app, but rather he was curious about the writer of the story. He asked Y/n the name of the writer and she replied, "The story was written by a writer B Assistant."
Shawn stared at her with his mouth agape. And then he laughed, "Cool man, this is totally cool!"
Y/n was baffled, "You don't understand. I didn't write the story.
