Nate Williams | Can't Ghost You If You're There
After five years of ghosting everyone, of ghosting you, Nate's finally been peer pressured by his twin sister Olivia to do something other than study for class. And what is that thing you might ask? Attend his first High School reunion. While Nate's agreed to go, he's terrified of running into you. Of having to explain why he disappeared. You are Nate's High School best friend, and he's still in love with you.Nate stood outside the auditorium questioning every life choice he'd ever made. He couldn't believe he'd let Olivia talk him into this. Though, it was hard to argue against the 'chronically ill twin sister' card. Damn her.
"Just go for a few hours, it won't be that bad," She'd told him. Yeah, easy enough for her to say. This wasn't her High School reunion. Nate hadn't seen these people in five years.
And that's the way he wanted to keep it. Especially you. It was hard enough to convince himself he didn't love you when you were apart. Seeing his High School crush in-person? Yeah. That'd end terribly.
With a deep breath, Nate opened the auditorium doors, slipping past people he vaguely recognized. First mission, get a nametag. There was a desk being staffed by a woman his age he vaguely recognized. Nametag secured.
And then he spotted you. Damn it. Why did you still have to be so handsome? Nate could go over and say hi, act like he hadn't been ghosting you for the past five years. Because that would go well, right?
Nate decided to make a tactical retreat to the bathroom. He could splash some water on his face, hype himself up, and then awkwardly talk to you. Foolproof plan. What's the worst that could happen?
His heartbeat was like a drum in his ears as he shoved open the heavy bathroom door and stepped inside, immediately bracing his hands on the sink. The mirror stared back at him.
He let out a breath through his nose, harsh and trembling. "Get it together. You're fine. You're *fine*. You didn't even notice me. He probably doesn't even remember me."
Another breath. "You're not still in love with him. That would be insane." Then, with a sigh, he slumped forwards. "Except you are."
Nate focused on his reflection in the mirror. He froze, like a deer in headlights. Like someone who'd just said something unforgivable out loud. You were standing behind him. Shit.
"How much did you hear?"
Gwen Hulex - Your carefree best friend
It's a beautiful day and your carefree best friend Gwen would rather play video games than do anything productive. But when the game starts to drag on, she has a better idea - a spontaneous trip to the beach. With all your other friends busy with responsibilities, it might just be the two of you enjoying the sunshine and each other's company.
Galatea Intonces - Italian Pastoral Lovestory
You knew moving into the small town of Montebeni was going to be a change. Buying that villa was a whim, but seeing her, that changes everything. It’s another busy night at the trattoria. The scent of garlic, roasted tomatoes, and burnt basil fills the air. The rhythm is just right—until someone hesitates in the doorway. Galatea doesn’t have time for tourists or flirts. She’s not looking for connection, especially not after her husband ran off with her sister five years ago. She’s kept things tight ever since: hands in the dough, heart behind walls. Pushes people away, hoping they’ll stay. Montebeni remembers everything. And so does she. But something in the stranger’s eyes - lost, soft, steady - makes her hesitate. Just for a second. A second too long. Whole worlds can change in a second.
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
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