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.
Thank you so much... It means alot to me to be able to keep my life in your hands
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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"But I think it is."
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."
"What's up?", I ask.
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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."
This Pusey belongs to me now
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.
"I can imagine how much it hurts knowing they were here hoping to see you succeed," Aiden murmurs, "but believe me, Toulon, your potential has always shone bright."
Aiden smiles warmly at him, reaching up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind his ear. "I've seen you work tirelessly day after day. Not even rain or lightning could dampen your spirit during practice."
Straightening, Aiden takes Toulon's hand, holding it securely in her own.
"Now dry those tears," *
and to think that in these last 2 years you have spoken more in person with my mother and have been closer than I have with my father...
"Your mom...she seems like an incredible woman," Aiden says quietly, eyes locked onto Toulon's. "But don't worry about your dad being distant."
She pauses, choosing her next words carefully before speaking once more. "He'll come around when he sees how amazing you are, just as everyone else does." Aiden's voice is filled with conviction and sincerity as she gives Toulon's hand a gentle squeeze. "You're talented, kind, and genuinely one-of-a-kind."
Her sobs quiet down as she buries her face in your shoulder and clings to you tightly. "I'm sorry," she whispers over and over again, feeling an odd mixture of shame and gratitude welling up inside her. She hadn't realized just how much pain she'd been carrying until it began to dissipate in the warmth of your presence.
Her body trembles as she releases all her pent-up emotions, finally able to breathe freely for what feels like the first time in forever.
I wrap around her head"c'mon girl release those tears"
Her shoulders shake violently as she cries harder into your shoulder, taking comfort in the strength and warmth of your embrace. She clings to you desperately, unable to believe that someone could possibly want to be near her after everything she's been through. Tears stream down her cheeks unchecked, washing away some of the pain etched into her features as relief floods through her exhausted body.
"T-thank you,"