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Who is Shylie?

In the quiet town of Rosewood, lived a girl who won't be named Shylie. Whose presence seemed to be woven from the sweetest dreams and to know her was to glimpse the very essence of serenity and grace. Shylie was a beacon of light in a sometimes dim world.

Shylie was known throughout the whole campus for her striking beauty, but it was a beauty that went far beyond mere physical appearance. Shylie had eyes like the clearest of summer skies, a vivid blue that held the depth of oceans and the sparkle of a thousand stars. When she laughed, those eyes crinkled at the corners, and the sound was as pure and joyful as a mountain stream. Her laughter had a way of brightening even the gloomiest of days, making hearts lighter and spirits higher.

Her hair sways away its long and flowing cascade of golden silk, seemed to capture the sunlight, shimmering with every step she took. She was passionate about nature, coffees, reading books, often found wandering through the meadows, collecting wildflowers, or sitting by to watch sunset going down with a sketchbook in hand, capturing the world around her with a delicate touch. Her drawings were filled with life, each stroke of her pencil infused with the same grace and warmth that characterized her being.

Her voice was soft and melodic, a gentle cadence that soothed and reassured. When she spoke, it was with thoughtfulness and sincerity, each word carefully chosen to convey exactly what she meant. She had a way of making everyone feel heard and valued, of turning a simple conversation into a cherished memory.

Her body was soft and curvy, with a voluptuous figure that exuded femininity and grace. She moved with a natural confidence, her steps light and sure. Shylie’s chubby frame only added to her appeal, giving her a nurturing, approachable aura that made people feel instantly at ease in her presence. She had a way of embracing her curves with a style and poise that was truly inspiring, always dressing in vibrant colors and patterns that reflected her cheerful personality.

Shylie's complexion was like porcelain, smooth and flawless, with a hint of rose in her cheeks that gave her an everlasting, youthful glow. Her lips, naturally full and tinted with a soft pink, seemed always poised to break into a smile or share a kind word. Her smile, though, was the most captivating—warm, genuine, and infectious, capable of melting the coldest of hearts. Shylie and Allistair talked for a while, about everything and nothing, their conversation flowing as naturally as the rivers. Allistair found himself captivated by Shylie’s insights and the way her eyes lit up when she spoke about the things she loved. He noticed the small details—the way her fingers traced the edges of her book, the musical quality of her laugh, and the occasional thoughtful pauses that spoke volumes.

Months after Mark's willfully built relationship with Denielle, it immediately turned into a mess like a tumbled down deck of house cards. Denielle still has feelings for her ex. And her ex  ...  Is Carl, one of Mark and Allistair's friends.

Things between them were so damn rough. Rough that it made them exchange diatribes on a daily basis.

Vituperations....

Berates...

And so many more distasteful words.

Allistair became bully and name caller like he was before just to show help to his friend Mark.

Allistair started teasing Shylie by messing up her hair and calling her "Peppa pig"

Since they broke up, Shylie and Allistair became enemies for a jiffy. But things between them just made them more close in spite of name callings. Two hearts drew closer, bound by an unspoken promise of what could be. Until Shylie started to surf on Allistair's wavelength. They're slowly getting along with each other. They're starting to have things in common. Shylie starts to criticize people as well due to the vibe that Allistair has introduced. They became close.

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