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might be easier to just stay hidden, but deep down, I knew I had to let it go and face my fears. After all, I was in my senior year, and I couldn't just forget everything because of the prince Noah. That dreadful day continued to replay in my mind, tormenting me endlessly. I tried to push the memories away, but they persistently clawed their way back to the surfac

peace, but the memories refuse to release their grip on my subconscious. Each morning, I wake up exhausted, my heart heavy with the weight of the incident. I find myself questioning my own strength, wondering if I have the courage to face Noah and the rest of the school after what transpired. The n

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place, as his words echoed in my mind. The intensity of his anger was palpable, and I found myself shrinking under the weight of his gaze. I wanted to apologize, to explain myself, but the words caught in my throat. I was paralyzed by the realization that this man, the one I had heard so much about, the

ing-qualities that Noah Black seemed to lack entirely. How could the universe have chosen him for me? I couldn't wrap my mind around it. The thought of being tied to someone so callous and unforgiving made my stomach churn with dread. I had heard the stories of his cruelty, his quick temper, and his disregard f

f his push sent me tumbling to the ground, my body colliding with the hard surface beneath me. Pain shot through my limbs, but it was nothing compared to the shame and humiliation that washed over me. I could feel the eyes of everyone in the hallway boring into me, their whispers and snickers echoing in my ears. I wanted to disappear, to sink into the floor a

erative. I could feel the heat of Noah's gaze burning into my back as I struggled to right myself, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment. His words cut through me like a knife, the harshness of his tone leaving no doubt as to his disdain for me. I wanted to scream, to tell him that I was trying my best, that I co

peers. I wanted to stand up for myself, to tell him off and put him in his place. But the words that came out of my mouth were barely audible, a feeble attempt at defiance. "I said I'm trying to get up. Just go." My voice trembled as I spoke, betraying the fear and vulnerability that consume

my heart. I could feel the cold metal of the locker pressing into my back, the hard edges digging into my skin. His face was mere inches from mine, his breath hot against my cheek. I wanted to look away, to avert my gaze and escape the intensity of his stare. But I couldn't. It was as if his eyes had locked onto mine, holding me capti

ons, just as I was. But his anger and aggression made it impossible for me to see past the surface, to understand what was truly going on inside his head. I could feel my own heart racing, pounding against my ribcage as if it were trying to escape. I wanted to tell him the truth, to confess my

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