Heartbreaker
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⚠️ ENGLISH VERSION ⚠️ - Judith, right? - I heard the voice I know so well behind me. Not wanting to turn around and show my crying red eyes, I stood in the same place trying to ignore him. - I got your valentine. - There was a pause. I started packing up more slowly. I wondered which way it would go. I even hoped it would happen just like in the movies. It turns out that he felt same about me as much as I did. However, a small caution. Movies are just movies. Shit without any reflection in life. They have nothing to do with real life. If you thought that white pigeons would now jump out and you would see us in the church saying the famous "yes", you were wrong. - I want to be fair, so I give you the card back and answer your confession. Although I think you can already guess what I think. - Tears began to appear once again in my eyes that day. I looked back at him with glass eyes. I still saw him as the perfect boy, but in myself I stopped seeing good things. I was nothing. He had a smirk on his lips, which I thought was wonderful and slightly sexy. He put the card on the bench next to us and looked into my eyes. - Listen, if it makes you feel better, I'll keep it as a secret. I will not tell anyone about your poetic declaration of love, but do not count on us being together. - He shrugged and grabbed the backpack laying next to the bench.
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Hughie Biggs. The love of my bloody life. The fella I swore I'd grow old with, get a ring on my finger from, have the big church wedding, the lot. I used to lie awake at night and picture his hand in mine, picture his laugh bouncing off the walls of our kitchen. Back then, I didn't have the faintest clue about the way the world could chew you up and spit you out. I remember us when we were younger, before everything went sour. When Caoimhe was still alive, when her laugh could still fill a room. When I still had friends-real ones, the kind you'd sit on the green with till it got dark, passing a bag of crisps around, talking rubbish and thinking it meant the world. Back then, we were untouchable, or so we thought. But nothing lasts, does it? Not love, not family, not even friendship. Everything rots eventually, like fruit left out too long. Secrets crawl their way to the surface no matter how deep you bury them, and when they do, they choke you. That's what happened to me. That's what happened to Hughie. The truth came crawling, and it ruined everything. So I've made up my mind. I can't stay here, not in this cursed town, not walking the same streets where his hand used to brush mine, where Caoimhe used to skip beside me, where I laughed like I actually believed in tomorrow. It's all poisoned now. Every corner, every memory, every face that looks at me like they know more than they should. I'm leaving. For good this time. I'll pack a bag, take nothing but what I can carry, and I'll vanish before anyone can stop me. No goodbyes, no explanations. Just gone. Because the truth is, there's nothing left here for me anymore-only ghosts, and I've had enough of them to last me a lifetime.

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