Gabriella SaintPatrick, known as Gabi, can't forget her first love, no matter how hard she tries. Despite hoping that their love would be eternal, it came to an end. Now in her Junior year of high school, she's struggling to move on and let go of th...
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Gabi hair and outfit
I was putting the finishing touches on my outfit for the dance, my heart fluttering with a mix of excitement and nerves. The phone call had caught me completely off guard-a genuine offer to write songs for musicals in the heart of NYC. It was a dream come true, a chance to showcase my talents on a bigger stage. But beneath the thrill of the opportunity was a familiar worry that gnawed at my thoughts.
The last time something like this had come up, it led to a temporary breakup with Ben. The memory of that painful period made me hesitate, wondering if history was destined to repeat itself. I couldn't bear the thought of losing him again, not after everything we had been through.
As I entered the bustling dance hall, the energy was contagious. Will was in his element, flaunting his hilarious dance moves and getting Yasmin to burst into fits of laughter. I couldn't help but smile at the sight, their connection so evident and heartwarming.
Amidst the laughter and music, Ben and I found ourselves dancing in our own little world. The twinkle lights overhead seemed to dance along with us, and his hand in mine felt like a promise of forever. It was during a quiet moment in the hallway, though, that I knew I had to share the news with him.
Taking a deep breath, I turned to him, my heart pounding. "Ben," I began, "there's something I need to tell you."
His eyes softened, his gaze unwavering. "What's on your mind?"
I took a steadying breath, my fingers nervously playing with the hem of my dress. "I got an offer to write songs for musicals in NYC," I blurted out, watching his expression closely for any signs of concern.
At first, his eyebrows furrowed as he processed the information. And then, to my surprise, a smile spread across his face. He stepped closer, his hand finding mine and squeezing it gently. "That's amazing, Gabi. Congratulations!"
I blinked, taken aback by his reaction. "You're not mad?"
He chuckled softly, his thumb tracing soothing circles on the back of my hand. "Mad? Why would I be mad? I couldn't be more happier for you, Gabi. I lost you once, and I'm not about to let that happen again."
