Tiffany was a girl who loved romance and action. Her all-time favorite show was Winx Club. Due to her illness, she dreamed of watching the remake of the series. She cherished the first through fourth seasons of the show, as the later seasons didn't quite meet her expectations-some were disappointing, while others were just okay, neither the best nor the worst.
Tiffany's favorite character was Diaspro. Initially, she didn't like Diaspro, but over time, she grew to understand her. Diaspro was more than just a villain or an antagonist; she was a sad plot point with little real character development. Tiffany's perspective changed as she explored Diaspro's portrayal in the Winx Club comics, which gave the character more depth and nuance. This new understanding made her grow fond of Diaspro and wish the character had a chance to shine.
After Tiffany passed away, she found herself reincarnated as Diaspro. Now living as her favorite character, Tiffany was determined to rewrite Diaspro's story. No longer content with being a mere plot device, she vowed to change the storyline, giving Diaspro the depth, strength, and growth she always believed she deserved.
The room was pitch black but I could still see his handsome face.
And even if I were put in a crowd and blindfolded, I would still be able to find him.
His musky scent wafted across the bed to my nose. My favorite scent in the world. His eyes were on my face and I stared back. It felt like we were communicating with our eyes. Mine was saying "why won't you love me back?" and I was sure that his was saying "why is this dork staring at me?". At the sad thought I closed my eyes and took solace in the silence in the room, calming my raging emotions and fighting the threatening tears. I was half successful when I heard his deep voice. My eyes fluttered open at once as if they had been waiting for him to speak.
"I'm sorry for what I said about you earlier"
"It's fine" I managed to croak
"I was scared and confused but not anymore"
I did not understand what he meant. I looked at his face at the other side of the bed trying to decipher what he was trying to say but his face was blank.
"Goodnight Marco" he said and closed his eyes.
I lay in the same position, looking at the now sleeping figure. I was confused and curious.
What do you mean by not anymore? I asked in my mind as if he could somehow hear me.
But he couldn't. And I wasn't brave enough to ask.
Afraid that my heart would be shattered again by the same person I had fallen madly in love with. The only person my soul longed for.
The only person my body lusted for.
I lay in that position, watching him sleep till my eyes gave up and closed on their own.
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