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~Last Love~

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She was young and stupid. She didn't know what he's doing and why he's doing it. She thought that he loved her, she was mistaken... he Used her.

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One fine day I decided to go look at the Instagram if there is not something new. I've been scouring the Contributions, when I see something, it was something that caught my full attention. Unknown to the boy, looking very sexy to me 'likes' picture. "I can't believe it!" Was I too loud, into my room came my mom and started asking me questions if I don't need pills to calm down. Something to explain to her it's as if Your grandmother knew what internet is. Finally out of my kingdom, so I can go back to see sexy_boyy, he had an awesome nickname. She found out that he is as well, had great joy.

After half an hour browsing his photos, she suddenly wrote. "Hey, are you the Clara, which to me a week ago to hit?" Staring at the message as a revelation, she couldn't turn away from that sight. Had to text him back. "Hey, yeah, I guess. I'm so sorry, I didn't want to." she Was nervous, she was shaking. After reading his answers began to blush and let's laugh at that. "I don't worry about it, that's okay. Otherwise, you look nice, don't we go out sometime?" I was breathing hard, I was an asthmatic. The chair fell to the ground. "usually it's in the drawer" looking for it everywhere, couldn't find it. "Finally" the Inhaler was tossed behind the desk, took it and get couple of breaths.

She calmed down and went to sit down. "What do I write?" Small forgotten him. "Unknown." she Sent it and waited for an answer. He wrote quickly. "we Can get to know more if you want." If she could she would jump for joy. "we Can, what's your name?" it took a While before he wrote, she thought it was just a stupid joke and did it again. "my Name is Jakub, for you Kubíšek. I'm 17, I like to play sport, no matter what, I enjoy everything, what can you tell me about yourself?" her Heart uncontrollably beating. "Call me Clara, 17, like to swim, and I write books." Finished, sent and hoping that it hasn't.

This writing together for the next three days, which according to her were the best. To sum it up, they became good friends. They haven't, Cuba it still said "It will be fine, we've known each other, so we can even meet." she thought it was a little weird, but I ignore it. Every night she dreamed about it that will gather and it will be the second best day in the world. It still didn't know what awaits her..

Today is the day they arranged to meet, as friends. She stood and eagerly looked around, nowhere seen him, when in at her from the other side of the square waved. She smiled and stepped outside it into the face of danger which had no idea. While they talked, and then invited her to lunch to one quite expensive restaurant. It was getting dark, so Clara wanted with Cuba to say goodbye, he tried to convince her to spend the night. She couldn't tell him 'no' made her puppy-dog eyes, and said "Yes, I'll stay, but only for one night."

Looking at his great room, she wanted to turn around, instead she did it she felt a terrible pain on his head and fainted. She woke up and couldn't believe it, she was tied to the bed in the basement, was oblivious of the pain, was it stolen, all she wanted was freedom, to find a way out. Looked around didn't see anything, just darkness and a small light struggling through the through the small window. Opened the door and saw him with a bloody sharp knife and a crazy grin on his fierce face, I knew that this is the end..

This is my first translation, so I hope You liked this story.

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