Parasitic relationship

Parasitic relationship

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Parasitic relationship - one in which one organism, the parasite, lives off of another organism, the host, harming it and possibly causing death. A girl who not many people liked. A girl who was always bullied by others. A girl who was always sick. A girl who was so skinny she was unattractive. The only person in the world who truly cared for her and protected her was her father. But he soon met his demise. All of a sudden, she came across a handsome and attractive young man who worked under a funeral parlour who was really kind and caring and was there to support her. Even she didn't know why, but she was glad he was there for her. To support her. Something even her own friends couldn't do... But of course, like her, he was simply an emotional teenager as well. And as time passed by, he started to fall for her. Except, she saw him as a danger to her. Especially if they ended up in a relationship. It was better to avoid this. But you just can't avoid the media and insecure teenagers, can you? You can't avoid all those manic girls who are out there to get you, can you? With all these lies and rumours that spread...Was he really someone who was there to support her or there to ruin her life?
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She knew he'd been in love before. Not just once, not just in passing. Real, deep, messy love. And maybe that should've been her sign to keep her distance. To not let herself feel too much. But instead, it made her pause. Because the way he talked about them-the girls before her- it wasn't bitter. It wasn't dramatic. It was quiet. Thoughtful. Almost gentle. He remembered birthdays, late-night calls, stupid little details no one else would hold on to. He loved them well. Or at least, he tried. And that's what messed her up. Because it made her want to fall even harder. And at the same time, it made her want to run. She wasn't afraid of his past. She was afraid that someone like him-someone who had already given so much-might not have anything left for her. Or worse, that he would love her the same way. And she'd fall for it, just like they did. And end up as another name he says gently, years, from now.

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