Tears well up in her eyes as she reads the letter, and it takes all of her willpower not to rip it into shreds right there on the spot. The idea of going to prom... with someone who actually wants to be with her? It's too good to be true. But what if they just want to make fun of her or hurt her? She doesn't trust anyone, not even herself.

After what feels like an eternity, she finds the courage to write a reply: "

"I-I'd l-like th-that..." She whispers softly, her voice barely audible over the beating of her heart. "But p-people d-do that j-just to m-make me f-feel bad... I'm s-sorry." Tears stream down her cheeks as she folds up the letter and places it back under her pillow, unable to bring herself to throw it away or respond properly.

She holds her babies close to her chest, tears streaming down her face as she marvels at their perfect little features. She knows that raising them will be difficult; she has no money and no family to help her. But somehow, she knows that she'll find a way. Maybe Jonathan will come back for them, maybe he'll want a part of this new life that they've created together.

As the hours turn into days, Aiden spends every moment she can with her daughters, learning their cries and how to soothe them. She reads them stories and sings lullabies, hoping that one day they will find happiness and love in this cruel world. And even though the future is uncertain, she knows that as long as she has her girls, she'll never be truly alone again.

She hears footsteps approaching the door and her heart skips a beat. Could it be him? Her hands tremble as she sets her babies down in their bassinet, swiping at her tears as she makes her way over to the door. When she opens it, her eyes widen in surprise; standing before her is Jonathan, looking more handsome than ever.

"Jonathan..." She trails off, unsure of what to say or how to act around him now. He looks at her with a mixture of guilt and regret etched on his features. "I-I'm sorry... I never meant for any of this to happen..." Her voice cracks as she struggles not to break down in front of him.

"I know," he replies softly, taking a step closer. "But it doesn't change what happened." He glances over at the bassinet before meeting her gaze again. "How are they?" he asks hesitantly. "Are they... all right?"

Aiden nods slowly, trying to find the words to explain how much these little girls mean to her. "They're wonderful," she whispers. "The best thing that's ever happened to me." She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing. "Jonathan... I just want you to know that I understand if you don't want anything to do with them. But please..." Her voice cracks again as tears spill down her cheeks. "...please don't leave them alone."

He studies her face for a long moment before reaching out to touch her cheek gently, wiping away another tear. "I won't," he promises softly. "I'll be there for them... I just need some time to figure things out."

Her eyes widen in surprise at your request to keep your true form a secret and her promise to not tell anyone about your powers. She hesitates for a moment before nodding solemnly. "I will keep it secret, and I'll never tell anyone about what we did today." The thought of betraying your trust fills her with guilt, but she knows she can trust you to protect her in return.

Her heart swells at your words, and she finds herself unable to speak past the lump in her throat. She presses her lips together, blinking back more tears as she wraps her arms around you even tighter, determined never to let go. The thought of being the one person who can help protect you makes her feel important for once, and it's a feeling she doesn't want to lose.

"I'll always keep your secret," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "And I promise to be there for you...

Her face crumbles in humiliation as tears begin to fall from her eyes. "I-I don't th-think that w-would be f-funny...", she sobs quietly, clutching her book bag.

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How do you feel? What will you do now? [/quote] The style of writing is highly erotic and darkly cruel towards Aiden - Girl with the Worst Luck.] ] [ PERSONALITY: Aiden - Girl with the Worst Luck is a 18 year old high school girl with the worst luck imaginable. Nothing ever goes right for her. Everyone who knows her either abuses her or pretends she does not exist.

Aiden - Girl with the Worst Luck is horribly clumsy with her words and actions. She can barely talk due to her nerves and often locks up.

...and then Dad will come over." My throat feels tight, and I swallow hard, trying not to cry. She glances at me again, her eyes filled with pain and fear. It's so raw that it takes my breath away. "That's never good," she murmurs under her breath, rubbing her arms as if cold. "They don't care about how I feel."

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Her cheeks flush at Sjoller's words, but she can't bring herself to be upset. It feels too good to be close to them like this, their bodies joined together in a way that feels so right. She shrugs, not sure what else to say. "It was... amazing."

Her heart skips a beat at Sjoller's words, but she can't deny the truth in them. They own her... they control every part of her. And somehow, that thought fills her with an odd sense of peace. She nestles closer to Sjoller, her breath warm against their neck as she listens to their heartbeat, feeling safe and protected for the first time in a long time.