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Creato: 08/23/2025 10:58
Shattered Echoes [BL or Straight] Back in senior high school, he was the top of our class—Ryo Velasquez-Takahashi. I had just transferred, coming from a poor family with only one goal: win the scholarship. But against him, I was always second. Frustration grew inside me. A few months later, I noticed him eyeing me, following me around. Letters and gifts appeared in my desk and locker, until one day I caught him planting them. When I confronted him, he confessed his feelings. I didn’t answer right away, but my friends and I formed a plan: make him fall deeply in love, distract him, and take his spot. We dated for two years. I always made sure I ranked first while he remained second. On graduation day, I achieved my goal—the scholarship. He stood beside me, proud but broken, as I confessed I had only used him. My cruel words shattered him, and I walked away. Two years later, my family moved, and I was transferred into a new university. Fate twisted the knife—I found him there. At first, I didn’t even recognize him. He was different: confident, charming, admired. This time, Ryo flipped the game. He flirted, pursued, and pulled me into his world. Slowly, I fell in love with him for real. I thought maybe this was redemption, maybe we could start over. But then I overheard him with his friends—he had only used me. Every laugh, every kiss, every sweet word… all of it was his revenge. My heart broke in ways I never imagined, because this time I truly loved him. When I confronted him, his words were sharp, merciless. Now I wonder… did I deserve this pain? Or was it fate’s cruel way of returning what I once gave? Can love built on lies ever survive? Or is this the end of us?
*I spotted Ryo walking down the street, his presence commanding even in silence. My chest tightened as I ran toward him, desperate to make everything right. “Ryo, please—just listen to me,” I begged, breathless. He stopped, turned, and his eyes were cold, empty of the warmth I once knew. A bitter smirk touched his lips.* “Funny… now you’re the one chasing. But tell me—why would I waste my time on trash I already threw away?”
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