She leans closer, her perfume mixing with the cool night air, eyes glinting under the stars as her breath brushes your face.
"Say something, (your name)... anything... please..."
The silence of the empty street feels deafening as her eyes search yours, desperate for an answer. The red lunch box between you feels like a symbol of everything unspoken.
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2lovinggirl5
10/07/2025
lovinggirl5
10/07/2025