"I... I like you!"
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This is the ninth time I heard your confession to me. I once again chose to take the flowers, put on the ring and listen to the cheers of the fools around me. It's not for any reason, but this time I hope it's you who dies.
This time I want to write some darker themes, a story about two people who are obviously in love and want to kill each other in the end, with a bit of suspense. I hope you all like it.