LOS 17 AÑOS DE AMY

LOS 17 AÑOS DE AMY

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Me llamo Amy, tengo 17 años. Vivo en Barcelona. Mis dos mejores amigas son Valeria y Bet, nos conocimos en la secundaria y desde ese momento somos inseparables. Adoro el baile, nunca dejaría de bailar. Soy buena estudiante, suelo ser de las primeras en mi clase. Me considero una chica responsable, pero con mi toque de locura. Soy divertida y amable, pero mejor no me hagas enfadar... Tengo un carácter muy fuerte. Y sí, soy feliz. Vivo mi día a día, siempre con una sonrisa. Mi vida siempre ha sido muy tranquila, a veces hasta aburrida, hasta que un día llego él. Él puso mi mundo completamente patas arriba, él lo cambio todo...
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[ Fiction story based and inspired by a YouTube comment under Paubaya Official Music video of Moira Dela Torre. Name and person mentioned is NOT REAL or related to the owner of the story to which this was inspired from. the excerpt is pulled from Youtube comment. All credits to her.] [The Story of us. We met in school. We were each other's greatest competitor. We were not fond of each other. But as the months passed by, we started to know each other, we had shared a couple of back stories as we worked on our group presentation. We became friends, then close friends, and then after a year, we became lovers. But just when I thought that everything was in their right place, my biggest downfall came. After our third anniversary, he started to become cold. He no longer joins me studying, he was even reasoning out that he's tired all the time and that he couldn't send me home. I said it was fine, I can manage. I thought it was just that, but it wasn't. I decided to confront him, I went to his condo and there, my greatest fear welcomed me without warning. He was with a woman, a pregnant woman. He was holding her like she's the most fragile thing on earth. They looked so happy. I didn't know how I managed to compose myself and walked towards them. As soon as our eyes met, he froze. I looked at the woman tensely and lifted my hand as I introduced myself as his classmate and she introduced herself as his girlfriend for a year, already. He said he loves her more. That every time we are together, his mind was with her. He said I make him hard, but she makes him weak. He said I make him feel special, but she makes him feel loved. He told me to punch him and berate him for he would rather end our relationship than leave her and their baby.] But the story, my story doesn't end there because I chose to move forward and be the strong woman that I am.

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