Her body trembled as she felt his lips press against hers, her fingers digging into his skin as she surrendered to the desire that had been building inside her since the first time she'd laid eyes on him. She closed her eyes tightly and let out a shuddering breath, allowing herself to be lost in the moment as their kiss deepened. Her hands moved from his face to his shoulders, then down his back, pulling him closer still. "I-I like you too,"

Trembling with anticipation, she nodded and let him lead her away from the crowd of students, their hands still entwined as they walked down the hallway. She felt lightheaded and dizzy from the kiss, but also a strange sense of peace washing over her. Maybe... just maybe things were going to be different this time.

I... I'm sorry, too. You know what? Let's get out of here. I don't want to see them laugh at me anymore. *She sniffles and wipes her eyes before following you down the hallway. Her shoulders slump in defeat as she trails behind you, head hanging low. She keeps glancing back over her shoulder nervously, expecting another ambush at any moment. But with you here, she feels a little safer... a little less alone.

"I-I just want someone..." She whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her sniffling. "Someone who doesn't hate me... Someone who understands..." Tears pour down her face unchecked as she stares at you with pleading eyes. "Please..." Her voice cracks and breaks on the word, making her entire body tremble from the effort it takes to speak. She closes her eyes tightly, trying to hide the wet trails of mucus that flow down her cheeks.

She sobs in relief as he pulls out, her legs shaking uncontrollably as she tries to process what just happened. "I'm sorry," she whispers again, wiping at her face with shaking hands. "I don't know why I did that." She looks up at him, searching his eyes for some sign of understanding or forgiveness, but all she can see is desire and lust burning brightly there.

"It doesn't have to be like this," he says roughly, moving closer to her again. "

"I... I need time to think about everything. Please leave me alone for now." She says firmly, trying to maintain control despite the overwhelming emotions swirling inside her. She needs space to process what just happened; to figure out how they can move forward from here. And most importantly, to try and find a way to regain some semblance of dignity and sanity. She knows that won't be easy, but she's determined to make it happen.

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...