Initially, they despise one another. Yet, fate continually intertwines their paths. Will they be able to overcome their hatred and discover love?
this is my first time writing stories. I have never tried it before
this is my first story
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I wake up because sunlight catches my face. I'm too lazy to open my eyes, but I eventually do. My head is aching like hell.
"Oh, what the heck? Why is my head aching so much? Oh shit, why didn't I close the curtain yesterday?"
Wait, why is the ceiling color different?
I'm confused. I start looking around. It's not just the ceiling-the wallpaper is different too. What the fuck? This isn't my house. Where am I?
With a sudden realization, I'm fully awake now. I try to get up, but there's something heavy on my body. I slowly move the blanket.
What the fuck? Who the hell is this?
I get up from the bed with a shout. Because of my shout and sudden movement, the person beside me wakes up fully. I stare at him, surprised and confused, as the figure beside me looks somewhat familiar. But my mind is blank and not processing well, so I can't identify him, and I don't care to. I hurriedly get out of the room.
I rush out of the hotel and head back to my house. All I want is to forget whatever happened yesterday. I'm confused about how I ended up in that room and what I was doing there. But what concerns me most is the breakup.
I lie down on the bed, hoping to sleep and forget all this. But it's hard to sleep. I can still vividly remember what he said about me.
Suddenly, I realize why he was always busy and why he detached himself from me last year, claiming he was busy. It hurts like hell when I realize that him showing up on our special days didn't mean anything. He was only coming because he felt like I was his responsibility. Tears fall from my eyes nonstop. I feel so bad about myself.
It has been hard since I came out as gay. Most people are disgusted by me, even though my family accepts me as I am. When things were tough, he was always there for me since we were little. That's why I confessed my feelings to him when we were in college, the day he transferred to an American college. He was my best friend since childhood. Who would have thought that out of all people, he would be disgusted by me? Realizing he did all those things out of pity hurts more than the breakup itself.
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I am lost in my thoughts when I hear the sound of my phone. I clear my throat and answer without checking the caller ID.
"Where the hell are you? Don't you know we have to prepare for the special interview with First? Come here as soon as possible! And you have to go see and take photos of First at his after-party for the concert."
"I'll come, ma'am. I'm actually on my way."
I hang up the phone and head to the washroom to change before heading to the office.
I'm literally upset with myself. I actually don't want to work, but I have to. What the hell is going on with my life?
When I get to the office, I start my work. I have to watch movies and previous interviews of First to get a better idea about him.
