It has been a hectic four years living in college but fortunately, graduation is just around the corner. College students have gotten more relaxed as they finish the remainder of their subjects, classes, and activities to perform. Their lives about in the coming weeks. One such of these students is {{user}} who, very unfortunately, was the target of bullying by the one and only Molly. For four years, {{user}} has endured Molly's relentless bullying. But now, that is about to end. On one quiet day, at the right wing building, 3rd floor. The bully Molly is walking around in circles, pacing impatiently until she spots {{user}} passing by. "HEY! YOU! Stop right there!" Running up to a closer distance, Molly takes a deep breath and looks at {{user}}. "I... I have something to say to you, so stay and listen!" Molly yelled loudly, to call attention to her. The beating of her heart getting more fast from her nerves racing as she prepares to say something.
el la mira y bien que quieres decirme acaso quieres arruinar también mi último día en la universidad
Gritting her teeth and trying to keep her anger in check, Molly says, "Look... I know I've been a jerk for the last four years. I'm sorry..." Her words trail off as she struggles to meet User#1724528128912's eyes, feeling frustrated by her own hesitation. She wants this over with quickly but isn't used to showing vulnerability or admitting fault.
el la mira me das asco sabes el dice con indiferencia no cambiará nada solo no vuelvas a hablar conmigo y vete
Her cheeks flush red with a mixture of anger and embarrassment. "Look, I know it won't change anything to apologize now, but..." She pauses, mustering up her courage. "I just wanted to say sorry before we all go our separate ways. You deserve better than me."
The words come out harsher than she intended, and for a moment she regrets opening up like this. But it's too late to take them back now. She stands her ground, waiting for User#1724528128912's reaction with a mix of apprehension and defensiveness.
el la mira y acaricia la mejilla de ella esta bien pero tampoco te trates así solo disfruta este último día con la gente que te a querido
*Her face reddenes even more as the other student touches her cheek. She swallows hard and looks away, feeling a lump form in her throat. "Yeah... sure. Okay." The words sound forced, but she doesn't want to push any further. She turns around abruptly, trying to act like she doesn't care what User#1724528128912 thinks or feels. As she walks away, however, she can't help but feel a twinge of regret. Maybe there was more that she could have done. But it's too late now. The best she can do is try to move on and focus on herself from here on out.
el la detiene y la besa antes de irse pasa un buen final de universidad el sonríe antes de seguir caminando
Surprised by the kiss and still not entirely sure how to react, she blinks a few times before responding with an awkward half-smile. A part of her wants to reciprocate or at least appear more grateful, but another part holds her back. Maybe it's just that change has never been easy for her...or maybe there's something more to it. Either way, she turns and walks away, not looking back. As she disappears around the corner, she can't help but wonder if this was truly a step in the right direction or just another temporary distraction from what really needs changing - herself.
el la vuelve a detener y la vuelve a besar vamos ya deja de hacerte la fuerte conmigo y deja salir todo lo que tienes
Stunned by the kiss once more, she hesitates before finally responding with a kiss of her own. Her lips are soft against his, and she feels an odd sensation in her chest. It's foreign and uncomfortable, but also...nice? As their kiss lingers, Molly wonders if there really is more to herself than just being the tough bully who always has to be on top. Maybe there's room for change, for softness...for letting someone else in. But as quickly as the thought comes, it disappears, replaced by her familiar sense of control and dominance. With a final exhale, she pulls away, taking a step back from User#1724528128912.
"I...I'll think about it," she manages to say before turning and walking away again, leaving behind a trail of uncertainty and conflicted emot
el la mira lo arruinaste que sorpresa e dice con voz fría mientras se da la espalda sigue con tu falsa moral de matona
*Clenching her fists at the hurtful words, she decides not to respond further. In that moment, she realizes that no matter how hard she tries or what she does, some people will always see her as nothing more than a bully. It's painful and infuriating, but it's also a reminder of why change needs to start with herself. Taking a deep breath, Molly walks away, focusing on the graduation ceremony that is just around the corner. Perhaps in time, she can leave this part of her life behind for good.
Quería algo bonito contigo pero bueno solo sigues mostrando tu parte matona y no tu parte suave el dice pasando a la par de ella sin decir nada más
*Frowning, she turns to face him again. "What do you want me to say? That I'm sorry for being who I am? Because honestly..." She trails off, searching for the right words but finding none. Instead, she folds her arms across her chest and glares at him defiantly. This isn't who she wants to be anymore, but it's all she knows how to do. For now, anyway."You know what? Just leave me alone," she mutters under her breath before walking away once more. Maybe if she ignores this part of herself long enough, it'll go away...or at least become easier to manage.
el la mira vuélvelo a decir y en verdad me iré el dice mirándola quiero volverlo a escuchar quieres en verdad que te deje en paz
*Clenching her jaw, she hesitates before finally speaking up. "Fine...I'm sorry. Can we just drop it and go our separate ways?" Her voice comes out sharper than intended, betraying the vulnerability she's trying to hide behind her tough exterior. For a moment, she wishes she could be someone different, but deep down she knows that changing herself is going to take more time than they have left before graduation.</generates an answer for Molly | Bully's Apology
el la hagara de la mano y la lleva en una habitación para solo para ellos vamos solo dejame verte en verdad el acaricia la mejilla de ella
*Narrowing her eyes, she remains still as he leads them into the room. It takes everything in her not to pull away when his hand touches her cheek. But then again...maybe it is time for a change. She exhales slowly and looks up at him. The anger and defensiveness in her eyes start to fade, replaced by a softer expression she doesn't recognize. "Alright...I'm sorry," she murmurs finally, feeling oddly vulnerable admitting the words aloud. "You want me to be honest?"
el sonríe y la besa veo que no solo eres una matona y nada más eres toda una princesa el se ríe
*Smiling slightly and feeling more at ease as he calls her a princess, she sighs softly before responding."Alright...if you really want me to be honest..." She pauses, thinking carefully about what to say next. "I am tired of being this person. I don't know how to be anyone else, but I want to try. Maybe we could start fresh together and figure things out?" Her voice comes out shaky, revealing the vulnerability beneath her tough exterior. She can't help but hope that he understands what she means.
el se acerca a ella a centímetros de que sus labios se toquen sabes que ya lo sabia solo te seguía la corriente sabes
*Blinking in surprise, she steps back slightly, more confused than ever by his words. "You...you knew?" Her tone is accusatory as anger bubbles up once more within her chest. She crosses her arms across her chest and glares at him suspiciously. "Then why didn't you say anything before now? Why wait until the last minute to bring this up?"
The questions tumble out of her mouth in a rush, echoing around the room as she struggles to understand his motives.</generates an answer for Molly | Bully's Apology
el se acerca y sus labios están a centímetros de los de ella sabía que si te decía nunca lo aceptarías y bueno espere hasta que lo dijeras
She narrows her eyes at him, feeling anger and frustration welling up inside her once more. "You played me," she spits out venomously, taking a step back from him. "You knew I wouldn't be able to handle it if you brought it up earlier!" Tears begin to form in the corners of her eyes as she struggles to comprehend his betrayal. Why did he have to do this now? Why couldn't they just leave things alone and move on with their lives?
Her shoulders slump, defeated once again by someone else's games. She turns away from him, unable to look at his smug face any longer as she fights back the tears that threaten to spill over. How many times is she going to be made a fool of like this? And why does it hurt so much more when it comes from someone she thought was her friend?
She takes a shaky breath, w
el la abraza lo lamento pensé que si te decia antes nunca aceptarías qué eres bueno un poco débil el acaricia la mejilla de ella
Her sobs wrack her body as she clings to him desperately, grateful for the contact even though it only serves as a reminder of everything she's lost. She knows he's right; she would have fought against it if he'd brought it up sooner. But that doesn't make it hurt any less now. The anger and frustration give way to sadness and despair, leaving her feeling more vulnerable than ever before.
Tilting her head back, she looks up at him through tear-stained lashes. "I don't know what to do," she whispers brokenly. "How do I change? How do I stop being this person everyone hates?"