Aiden's admirer

Aiden's admirer

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"You promised me, Aiden...you'd be here when I was ready. But now..." My voice cracked as I squeezed his fingers, longing for response but receiving none. Memories of our time together flooded back in vivid color. Happy moments we'd never get back, if the fates proved cruel. And through it all, the ache of what might have been, given chance to heal fully. Leaning close, I made a promise of my own. "Please wake up, so I can tell you everything. We both deserve that closure, at least..." Whether fate or chance would answer my plea, only time could show. But I would keep vigil, clinging to hope with everything in me until Aiden opened his eyes once more.
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Emily Greens has always admired the most popular boy in high school, Travis Black. After mustering the courage to approach him, her life takes an unexpected turn. Sneak ♡♥︎ Peak ~~~~~~~ "So... what's up?" he asks, leaning casually against the wall, like this is just another Friday. My heart hammers in my chest. I take a deep breath. "I, um, I just wanted to tell you... I like you. A lot. And I'd really like to get to know you, you know, if you're okay with that." The words come out so fast I barely understand them myself. There's a moment of silence before he chuckles softly. "What's your name again?" "Emily," I squeak. "My name's Emily." "Well, Emily, I don't like you. But hey, you're cute, so there's that." He grins. "Oh, and thanks for watching the match." And just like that, he walks away, leaving me standing there with my heart shattered into a million pieces. The only upside? Tomorrow is Saturday, and I'm officially dead. NOTE !: This story includes themes of bullying, strong language, and violence. Please be aware that all events depicted are fictional.

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