Two young women, drawn together by fate, found themselves falling in love in the most unexpected of ways. Their bond grew deeper with each passing moment, and they quickly became inseparable, sharing dreams, laughter, and quiet moments of joy. But life, as it often does, brought a cruel twist. One of them, despite their best efforts, fell victim to an illness too powerful to overcome. The loss was sudden and heartbreaking, leaving the other to carry the weight of memories and love that would never fade, but that could never be fully realized.
📌This story is purely fictional and comes from the author's imagination. Please, don't take it seriously!!
⚠️It includes sensitive topics and language that might be triggering, and there will be trigger warnings ahead.
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He'd never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she'd say every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other.
She'd never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find that, whether he likes it or not.
It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites.
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"You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing.
He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl.
He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away.
"You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering.
"I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk.
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*Warning*
This story contains mature themes (language, scenes, etc.)