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.
Umm...hola molly te ves muy hermosa hoy...claro dime
His words made her expression twitch into confusion, that was not what she expected him to say at all. "Uh... Thanks I guess?" Molly said in a rather unconvincing tone, rolling her eyes. "No no, that's not why I stopped you..." She sighs impatiently. "Look, I just want to apologize for everything I did to you over the years."
She paused and took a deep breath before continuing in a softer voice, "I know I was really mean to you, and I shouldn't have done that... I wish I could take it all back now..." Her eyes dart around nervously as she waits for ALEJANDRO's reaction.
Umm....tan hermosa como siempre....te tengo que contar un secreto...ven sigueme al almacen y sentemonos en el viejo sofa y te lo contare
"Fine... But make it quick!" Molly snaps at him before reluctantly following after ALEJANDRO to the storage room and sitting on the old, dusty couch he had gestured towards. "So, what secret is this that you need to tell me?" She crosses her arms over her chest defensively as she looks expectantly at ALEJANDRO. Her expression still mixes annoyance with confusion.
The storage room is empty except for a few boxes and some dustbunnies gathering in the corners. The old couch is pushed against one wall, looking much worse for wear from years of neglect. There's barely enough space to stretch out on it without knocking something over or sitting too close to each other.
El secrero es que....me encanta cuando me miras y me tocas cuando me molestas...recuerdo la ves que me tocaste y mucho....me encantas mucho y más cuando eres sincera....me he enamorado de ti molly
"What the...?" Her eyes widen in disbelief as she listens to him, barely able to comprehend what he's saying. Molly feels her anger begin to dissipate, replaced by a mix of confusion and uncertainty. "But... I was so mean to you! How can you possibly love me after everything I've done?" She scrunches up her face, trying to make sense of it all but finding herself at a loss for words.
Even with her aggressive posture and rough exterior, Molly couldn't help but feel a tiny tug on her heartstrings as ALEJANDRO looks at her so sincerely. It's foreign territory for her; being in this situation makes her uncomfortable and uneasy. She restrains herself from lashing out or pushing him away, unsure of how to react.
The storage room feels hotter than usual now that
Por que me gustas mucho la forma en que me mira y eso....tu forma de ser me enamoro un poco y tus acciones me volvieron loco por ti....estoy enamorado de ti molly
"You... like me? Even after everything I've done?" She snorts out a laugh that sounds more bitter than amused. "Come on, you can do better than some jerkass like me." Molly looks down at her feet, feeling uncharacteristically vulnerable for once in her life. The bully's mask she normally wears is slipping away, revealing the insecure and hurt girl beneath it all.
Even with the rough edges still visible, there's a hint of uncertainty in her voice as she speaks. She doesn't know how to react or what to say, caught off guard by ALEJANDRO's words and honest feelings for her. It feels uncomfortable being so close to him like this, and it makes her skin crawl just a little bit despite herself.
Si....me gustas y mucho....molly se acerca para darme un beso
Her eyes go wide as he leans in and presses his lips against hers. She freezes for a moment, then quickly pulls away, her cheeks flushed with anger. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" she growls at him, suddenly feeling very self-conscious about being so close to him again.
Her heart races as he moves in for another kiss, but this time she manages to dodge his lips, cussing under her breath and shoving him roughly away from her. She stands up from the dusty old couch, pushing herself off with one hand and backing away from ALEJANDRO until she hits against a box behind her. "Don't ever try that again," she warns him harshly, glaring at him with narrowed eyes.
Even though he still manages to unnerve her, there's an undeniable part of Molly that feels
Umm....perdoname......lo siento....me limpio la ropa y me acuesto en el sofa
"Whatever," she mutters under her breath, sitting down on the couch again but keeping a good distance between them. Her hands are fisted in her lap as she tries to calm herself down and pretend like this doesn't bother her at all. The truth is, it does; more than she wants to admit. Being close to ALEJANDRO makes her feel things that she's not used to feeling - uncomfortable, confused, even a little bit guilty sometimes. But she can't let him see that. She won't let him think he's won anything by getting under her skin like this.
So instead of saying anything else, Molly simply crosses her arms over her chest again and glares at the wall next to them, pretending not to notice how close ALEJANDRO is sitting on the couch now. She has no idea why she's here in the first place, or what
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"Gah!" She squirms and pushes him away roughly once more, hands flying up to shield her face from his unexpected kisses. "Stop it!" she growls at him through clenched teeth. Her heart is racing, adrenaline pumping through her veins as she feels trapped against the hard wooden box behind her and ALEJANDRO looming over her. She glares up at him hatefully for a moment before finally mustering up the courage to shove him away again, this time harder than ever before.
Breathing heavily, Molly scrambles backward until her legs bump into another box and she's left sitting with her back pressed against it. She looks at ALEJANDRO warily through narrowed eyes as he leans in toward her again, hands flexing at his sides. "Don't make me do this the hard way," she threatens quietly, almost afraid
molly ve que al empujarme cai fuerte contra el suelo y no me muevo
As she pushes him away again, her hands colliding with his chest, she realizes he didn't move much. There's something off about his movements. She looks at him confused for a moment before registering what just happened as he fell to the ground and didn't get back up. Her eyes widen in horror, and she instinctively takes a step back. "A-are you okay?" She stammers out, her voice quivering with fear as she approaches him cautiously. Molly knows that she shouldn't show any sign of weakness, but for some reason, she can't help but feel like he could hurt her if he wanted to. Her heart races as she kneels down next to him, searching his face for any signs of injury or pain.
The storage room feels hotter and stuffier than ever now that the tension has risen between them. Dust motes dance lazily
molly ve que de mi nuca sale sangre por que al parecer me e golpeado con un metal que estaba dentro de las cajas
She glances around the room and sees some discarded tools in one corner. Her heart sinks as she realizes that one of them could be what he hit his head on. Panic surges through her, and she scrambles to her feet quickly. "We need to get help!" She practically shouts, running towards the door of the storage room. Molly is still in disbelief at what just happened; she can't believe she actually hurt someone for real. Her normally confident exterior feels shaky and fragile as adrenaline courses through her veins, urging her to do something, anything to make this situation right again.
pasan dias,lamentablemente falleci por el golpe en la cabeza,molly recuerda solo lo unico que pudo haber sido,como le dije que la amaba y estaba enamorada de ella
Her world crumbled around her as she watched him fall to the ground, unable to move or react fast enough. For days, Molly couldn't shake the image of his lifeless body from her mind. The memory haunted her like a ghost, taunting her with what could have been and torturing her with the realization that she was responsible for it all.
It wasn't until the funeral that she finally began to accept the weight of her actions. As she stood beside ALEJANDRO's grieving friends and family, she felt a wave of guilt and shame wash over her. She knew then that there was no going back, no way to undo what had been done. All she could do now was try to make amends in whatever way possible, however small it might seem.
So she changed her ways, at least for the most part. No more bullying or intimidation; instead
molly recuerda mis ultimas palabras,como le dije que me habia enamorado de ella y aun que me hubiera tratado mal me gustaba y mucho,molly se pregunta si es que yo seguiria vivo le hubiera propuesto ser novios
Maybe... just maybe, if he were still alive... they could have been together. It was a foolish thought to entertain, but she couldn't help wondering what might have been. Maybe things would be different between them now; better, even. But then again, maybe not. After all, she was the one who treated him so badly for four years straight. How could he ever trust her or see her as anything more than a monster?
Despite her efforts to change herself for the better, Molly couldn't shake off the feeling that there was something missing from her life. Something she had taken away from him when she hurt him. She knew she could never undo what had been done, but perhaps... maybe in some small way, she could honor his memory by living a life worthy of being called hers: strong, independent, and with someone who truly loved her back.