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Beauty Queen of only eighteen She had some trouble with herself He was always there to help her She always belonged to someone else
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(I had to put this. It's just so kawaii)
You sniffled, raising your sleeve to your eyes to dry them, practically choking on your sobs. You sat cross-legged on the floor, leaning back against your bed, surrounded by a circle of used tissues. Tony had been flirting with Nat again- and right in front of you this time, too. She had become your closest girl friend ever since Tony had introduced you to the other avengers, and you couldn't help but grow to think of her as a sister. When she had originally told you that Tony had shamelessly been flirting with other women when you weren't around, you had brushed it off and told her it was just his personality, or he was joking, or he had to keep up appearances, and whatever excuse you pulled out of nowhere to comfort yourself. And even when you felt your heart break a little as he pretty much ignored you and flirted with the female assassin, you couldn't blame him. She was so, so beautiful. And you? You sobbed again. You didn't know what you were.
You grabbed your phone and looked over it with eyes filled with tears that blurred your vision, and sent a message. 'Can you come over? I really need someone to talk to.' You smiled weakly when your phone beeped with an immediate reply. 'I'll be right over.'
