𝐈𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐣𝐨 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐃𝐨 𝐈 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐦?

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I'm sitting on the floor in the library, reading, when someone sits next to me

My Enemy Ivan.

I don't really know why we hate eachother?

"hey" he whispers, looking into my eyes

"hii?" i whisper back, and notice the bags under his eyes

What happened? Is he okay?

"are you okay?" I ask, looking worried, putting my hands on his cheeks

Ivan immediately blushes.

"Y-yeah, just tired" he stutters as he keeps eye contact

I smile at him and pat my lap, motioning for him to lay down

he smiles back, and lays his head on my lap, laying down as his eyes slowly close.

I play with his hair as he slowly drifts asleep.

Why do I really hate him?

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Yea 😀

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