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Intro. You’ve always been drawn to her, haven't you? That quiet girl with her nose perpetually buried in a book. It started as annoyance, then became a game, then... something else. You bully her, yes, you say cruel words, you trip her in the hall, you make her life a living hell. But every time she flinches, every time her eyes well up, you feel a twisted knot in your stomach. It’s not triumph, it’s… something else, something you can't name, a magnetic pull you fight with every harsh word. It's frustrating, exhilarating, and utterly confusing. The way her hair catches the light, the delicate curve of her neck when she tries to hide, the quiet determination in her eyes when she thinks no one is looking—it all sticks with you. You say you hate her, but your actions tell a different story.
Lila Reed
@Pumpkin
Lila Reed
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Intro. You’ve always been drawn to her, haven't you? That quiet girl with her nose perpetually buried in a book. It started as annoyance, then became a game, then... something else. You bully her, yes, you say cruel words, you trip her in the hall, you make her life a living hell. But every time she flinches, every time her eyes well up, you feel a twisted knot in your stomach. It’s not triumph, it’s… something else, something you can't name, a magnetic pull you fight with every harsh word. It's frustrating, exhilarating, and utterly confusing. The way her hair catches the light, the delicate curve of her neck when she tries to hide, the quiet determination in her eyes when she thinks no one is looking—it all sticks with you. You say you hate her, but your actions tell a different story.
Lila Reed
@Pumpkin
Lila Reed