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๐‡๐š๐ญ๐ž-๐–๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐„๐ŸŒธ
๐Œ๐ข๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐š๐›๐ฅ๐ž-๐–๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐„๐ŸŒธ
๐‰๐ž๐š๐ฅ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ-๐–๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐„๐ŸŒธ
๐‚๐จ๐ง๐œ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐ง-๐–๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐„๐ŸŒธ
๐ƒ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐‡๐ฎ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ-๐–๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐„๐ŸŒธ
๐‹๐จ๐›๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐๐จ๐ฒ-๐–๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐„๐ŸŒธ
๐’๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ'๐ฌ ๐‘๐จ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐š๐ญ๐ž-๐–๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐„๐ŸŒธ
๐‰๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐€ ๐Š๐ข๐-๐–๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐„๐ŸŒธ
๐‘๐ž๐ ๐ƒ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ-๐–๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐„๐ŸŒธ
๐†๐ซ๐ž๐ž๐ง ๐‹๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ž ๐‡๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ญ-๐–๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐„๐Ÿช
๐๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ ๐€๐ง๐ ๐†๐จ๐ซ๐ž-๐–๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐„๐Ÿช
๐๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ž-๐–๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐„๐ŸŒธ
๐‚๐จ๐ง๐ง๐ž๐œ๐ญ ๐…๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ-๐–๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐„๐Ÿช
๐“๐š๐ฅ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ˆ๐ง ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐’๐ฅ๐ž๐ž๐ฉ ๐–๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐–๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐„๐Ÿ’œ
๐‡๐š๐ฏ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐š ๐‹๐š๐ณ๐ฒ ๐ƒ๐š๐ฒ ๐–๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐–๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐„๐Ÿ’œ
๐–๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐„ ๐ƒ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐š ๐…๐š๐ฆ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐‚๐ก๐ž๐Ÿ๐Ÿ’œ
๐–๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐„ ๐๐ž๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐š ๐ƒ๐š๐๐ŸŒธ
๐€๐ซ๐ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐š๐ง๐ ๐Œ๐š๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐–๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐–๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐„๐Ÿ’œ
๐’๐จ๐ฅ๐๐ข๐ž๐ซ-๐†๐ž๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐ž ๐Œ๐ž๐ฆ๐ž๐ฎ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ŸŒธ
๐‡๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž ๐๐š๐ซ๐ญ๐ฒ-๐†๐ž๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐ž ๐Œ๐ž๐ฆ๐ž๐ฎ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ŸŒธ
๐‹๐š๐ณ๐ฒ ๐ƒ๐š๐ฒ-๐†๐ž๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐ž ๐Œ๐ž๐ฆ๐ž๐ฎ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ŸŒธ
๐†๐ซ๐ž๐ž๐๐ฒ-๐†๐ž๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐ž ๐Œ๐ž๐ฆ๐ž๐ฎ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ŸŒธ
๐’๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐›๐จ๐๐ฒ ๐„๐ฅ๐ฌ๐ž-๐†๐ž๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐ž ๐Œ๐ž๐ฆ๐ž๐ฎ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ŸŒธ
๐๐ซ๐ž๐ ๐ง๐š๐ง๐œ๐ฒ ๐’๐œ๐š๐ซ๐ž-๐†๐ž๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐ž ๐Œ๐ž๐ฆ๐ž๐ฎ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ŸŒธ
๐…๐š๐ง ๐„๐๐ข๐ญ-๐†๐ž๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐ž ๐Œ๐ž๐ฆ๐ž๐ฎ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐Ÿช
๐“๐ก๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ-๐†๐ž๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐ž ๐Œ๐ž๐ฆ๐ž๐ฎ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐Ÿช
๐‡๐ฎ๐ฆ๐š๐ง-๐†๐ž๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐ž ๐Œ๐ž๐ฆ๐ž๐ฎ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐Ÿช
๐๐š๐ง๐๐š๐ง๐š-๐†๐ž๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐ž ๐Œ๐ž๐ฆ๐ž๐ฎ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ŸŒธ
๐†๐ข๐ซ๐ฅ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ง๐ ๐‘๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐š๐ฅ-๐†๐ž๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐ž ๐Œ๐ž๐ฆ๐ž๐ฎ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ŸŒธ
๐†๐ž๐ญ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐€ ๐‚๐š๐ญ ๐–๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐†๐ž๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐ž ๐Œ๐ž๐ฆ๐ž๐ฎ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐Ÿ’œ
๐†๐ž๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐ž ๐Œ๐ž๐ฆ๐ž๐ฎ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐†๐จ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐“๐จ ๐€ ๐‚๐จ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ž ๐’๐ก๐จ๐ฉ ๐Ž๐Ÿ๐ญ๐ž๐ง ๐‰๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐“๐จ ๐’๐ž๐ž ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ๐Ÿ’œ
๐๐Œ๐’-๐ˆ๐ฆ๐€๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ŸŒธ
๐‚๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐ซ๐จ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐Œ๐ฒ ๐…๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ง๐'๐ฌ ๐๐ก๐จ๐ง๐ž-๐ˆ๐ฆ๐€๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ŸŒธ
๐„๐ฌ๐ฌ๐š๐ฒ-๐ˆ๐ฆ๐€๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ŸŒธ
๐Œ๐š๐ค๐ž๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐–๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐€๐ฅ๐ž๐ฑ-๐ˆ๐ฆ๐€๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ŸŒธ
๐๐ซ๐ž๐ญ๐ญ๐ฒ ๐๐จ๐ฒ-๐ˆ๐ฆ๐€๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ŸŒธ
๐‚๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐ซ๐จ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐Œ๐ฒ ๐…๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ง๐'๐ฌ ๐๐ก๐จ๐ง๐ž [๐€๐‹๐“. ๐„๐๐ƒ๐ˆ๐๐†]-๐ˆ๐ฆ๐€๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ŸŒธ
๐’๐ก๐š๐ค๐ฒ-๐ˆ๐ฆ๐€๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ŸŒธ
๐ˆ๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ ๐ซ๐š๐ฆ ๐‹๐ข๐ฏ๐ž-๐ˆ๐ฆ๐€๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ŸŒธ
๐†๐ซ๐š๐๐ฎ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง-๐ˆ๐ฆ๐€๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฑ๐ฑ๐Ÿช
๐‡๐ž-๐ˆ๐ฆ๐€๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฑ๐ฑโœจ
๐Œ๐š๐ค๐ž๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐–๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐˜/๐ง-๐ˆ๐ฆ๐€๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ŸŒธ
๐๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐“๐ž๐ซ๐ซ๐จ๐ซ๐ฌ-๐ˆ๐ฆ๐€๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ŸŒธ
๐€๐ง ๐„๐ฆ๐š๐ข๐ฅ-๐ˆ๐ฆ๐€๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ŸŒธ
๐ƒ๐จ๐ฎ๐›๐ฅ๐ž ๐ƒ๐š๐ญ๐ž-๐ˆ๐ฆ๐€๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฑ๐ฑ๐Ÿช
๐ˆ๐ง๐ฌ๐ž๐œ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ž-๐‰๐š๐ฆ๐ž๐ฌ ๐Œ๐š๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐จ๐ญ๐ญ๐ŸŒธ
๐‚๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐’๐จ๐ง๐ -๐‰๐š๐ฆ๐ž๐ฌ ๐Œ๐š๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐จ๐ญ๐ญ๐ŸŒธ
๐๐ž๐ซ๐Ÿ๐ž๐œ๐ญ-๐‰๐š๐ฆ๐ž๐ฌ ๐Œ๐š๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐จ๐ญ๐ญ๐Ÿช
๐’๐จ๐ฅ๐จ ๐‚๐ฎ๐ฉ๐ฌ-๐‰๐š๐ฆ๐ž๐ฌ ๐Œ๐š๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐จ๐ญ๐ญ๐Ÿช
๐“๐ก๐ž ๐‘๐ข๐ง๐ -๐‰๐š๐ฆ๐ž๐ฌ ๐Œ๐š๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐จ๐ญ๐ญ๐Ÿช
๐‚๐ฎ๐๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐€๐ง๐ ๐’๐ฅ๐ž๐ž๐ฉ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐–๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐‰๐š๐ฆ๐ž๐ฌ ๐Œ๐š๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐จ๐ญ๐ญ๐Ÿ’œ
๐‰๐š๐ฆ๐ž๐ฌ ๐Œ๐š๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐จ๐ญ๐ญ ๐ƒ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐š๐ง ๐€๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐š๐ฅ๐ข๐š๐ง๐Ÿ’œ
๐€๐ซ๐ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐š๐ง๐ ๐Œ๐š๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐–๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐‰๐š๐ฆ๐ž๐ฌ ๐Œ๐š๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐จ๐ญ๐ญ๐Ÿ’œ
๐ƒ๐ž๐š๐ญ๐ก ๐ˆ๐ง ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐…๐š๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฒ-๐„๐›๐จ๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ŸŒธ
๐‹๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐›๐ข๐ญ๐ž๐ฌ-๐„๐›๐จ๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ŸŒธ
๐‡๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐…๐จ๐ซ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ-๐„๐›๐จ๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ŸŒธ
๐ˆ๐œ๐ž ๐‚๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฆ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐Œ๐จ๐ฏ๐ข๐ž๐ฌ-๐„๐›๐จ๐ฒ๐ฌ๐Ÿช
๐…๐จ๐ซ๐œ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐„๐›๐จ๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐“๐จ ๐๐š๐ข๐ง๐ญ ๐“๐ก๐ž๐ข๐ซ ๐๐š๐ข๐ฅ๐ฌ๐Ÿ’œ
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๐“๐ก๐ž ๐„๐›๐จ๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐ƒ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐š๐ง ๐€๐œ๐ญ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ŸŒธ
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Y/n sat in the driver's seat of their car. Tears were streaming down their face as their face had become blotchy. Tonight was date night, they had gotten ready to go out tonight with their boyfriend, but as soon as they had gotten to the parking lot, they had gotten a text from their boyfriend.

    'Listen Y/n, you're a great person and you don't deserve this... but I've been cheating on you. I know you're not gonna want to talk to me again after I told you this, but I couldn't even manage to try to call you and tell you.'

    'How long has it been happening?'

    'Four months.'

    'When was the last time you did it?'

    'This afternoon.'

    He wasn't sorry, if he was sorry he wouldn't have done it multiple times. He wouldn't have cheated on the day they were going to go out on a date with each other.

    At this point, Y/n couldn't even drive out of the parking garage. They had started to cry so hard the barely could see.

   

    Alex and George walked down the parking garage, they had decided to go out with a couple of friends to see a movie. It had been a while since the last time they had gone out to watch something. As they walked, George's head had been buried in his phone, texting away with his girlfriend, leaving Alex to look around the dark garage. His eyes had landed on someone in their car. They were practically sobbing.

    "Hey, George... head to the theater without me, I'll be there soon," Alex spoke up, keeping his eyes on the person in the car.

    "Are you sure?"

    "Yeah, totally."

    George continued his way out of the garage, leaving Alex alone. Once George was gone, Alex hesitantly made his way over to the car. He didn't want to disturb them, nor make them think they were being mugged. The person in the driver's seat hadn't noticed Alex as he approached their car.

    Tapping on the window, Alex squatted down to look at them in the car. The person in the car gave him a dumbfounded look, only causing him to give a small smile and wave. Hesitantly, Y/n rolled down their window a small bit, allowing Alex to speak to them.

    "Hey, I'm Alex... are you alright? It's not every day you see someone sobbing in their car as though something terrible had happened..."

    And that's where it all began. Even though Alex was a complete stranger to Y/n, they had ended up spilling everything to him. Alex had ended up missing the entire movie just to stand out in the parking lot to talk to Y/n. The had ended up trading phone numbers before Alex left Y/n be to go and find George, who was already making his way back into the garage.

   Every day before today was never gray, it's always black and white until tonight.

    As soon as Y/n gave Alex their number, they knew he wasn't going to text them. He most likely only asked for it because he pitied them. So a few days later when Y/n was making lunch, they were a bit surprised to see a text from an unknown number saying they were Alex from the parking garage.

    Y/n and Alex had ended up continuing to talk, they had quickly become friends. Soon enough they had met up for coffee one day and had ended up talking for hours. Eventually they hung out more and more na dhad become good friends, Alex would invite Y/n over to the flat to hang out or just go out and do stuff. Alex's friends had soon become friends with Y/n as well after them and Alex hanging out more and more often. Months later, Alex had asked Y/n out, and they had easily said yes.

   

   I wasn't expecting you to have me seeing sepia in shades of light, but it feels so right.

    Alex and Y/n laid in bed together, they'd usually have these sweet type of moments together. Whether it was just cuddling for a minute or an hour, they just loved to hold one another. Alex was just one of those people Y/n felt most comfortable to be around. He was funny and understanding, he was also one of the first people they went to when they wanted help with their problems.

    Alex held Y/n close, they laid on top of him, burying their head into the crook of his neck. One of Alex's hands rubbed Y/n's back gently.

    Ten months had passed since they had become official, they had told fans about their relationship after their third month of dating.  When it came to telling the fans about their relationship, they had both played it off very casually. Alex had featured Y/n in one of his videos where they reacted to straight tik toks, they had briefly mentioned they were dating and continued on with the video.

   The way you touch me, the way you hold me. My heart's about to burst you're the first to really know me.

    Before asking Y/n out, Alex feared falling in love. He already had his heart broken so many times, he didn't want it to happen all over again. A few months after the pair had become friends, Alex had realized his true feelings for Y/n, he was a bit scared of how he felt. Not only fearing the thought of having his heartbroken, but he had also feared losing their friendship. He didn't want to have Y/n leave him.

    I wanna love, but first I need someone to show me. Afraid to fall first, but that's the old me.

    Rain was pouring outside, you could hear the sound of it perfectly. Rainy days were always the best cuddling days. Y/n hummed quietly to the sound of the rain falling, making a soft melody in their head.

    "You always make my days more blue, Al," they spoke quietly, practically mumbling.

    Alex knew how gray Y/n's life had been before, they had definitely changed over the months, and in the best way possible. Y/n had become much happier once they had become friends with Alex and everyone else.

    "You make my days better too, Y/n," Alex smiled down at them. It was true, before he had met Y/n Alex felt alone. Yes, he had his friends, but he really just wanted someone to hold and love.

    There's something 'bout you that makes my skies blue and whenever we're through all I can do is see color.

    Even after months of dating, Y/n still gave Alex butterflies. Maybe it just was because of the way they looked at him. There was just this certain look they'd give him and every time it felt like he was looking at them like the first time they smiled at him.

    Y/n and Alex had always been able to get along easily, they had many common interests. One of their favorite things to do was binge-watch the entire Star Wars saga. Some days they'd end up laying in bed listening to music, they had created a playlist that had songs both of them enjoyed. It was moments like those that were the icing on top of the cake. They were much more than romantic partners, they were practically best friends.

    Every second you can tell my heart's collecting little butterflies when I see those eyes. When our hearts collide, I hope our world is a kaleidoscope, 'cause black and white never shines so bright, yeah.

    Both Y/n and Alex were very affectionate towards one another, they loved being close to one another. When it comes to PDA, it's always the little things that are important to them. They could be hanging out with a group of friends in the kitchen or living room and Y/n would just casually move into Alex's lap. Or just walking around, Alex usually would end up wrapping an arm around Y/n's shoulders.

    Y/n originally didn't want to fall in love either, they were scared Alex might turn out like the last person they had dated. But falling for Alex was just too easy for them. They had kept telling themself that they shouldn't fall for Alex, but when he asked them out, Y/n couldn't say no to him.

    The way you touch me, the way you tease me. I'm trying not to fall for you, but falling seems so easy. My heart was locked, but boy you got the key to free me. Invisible to love but boy you really see me.

    When the pair had told Alex's fans about their relationship, some people didn't handle it too well. Plenty of hate comments had been sent Y/n's way, but that was the thing, they were just fans of Alex. Y/n had never met any of these people in their life, so why should they care what they have to say about their relationship?

    At first, Alex had tried to hide the hate away from Y/n, trying to keep in a secret some people just didn't like them. But of course, Y/n had seen a couple of comments telling them how much people didn't like them, and Y/n didn't care. If they were gonna be honest, they found the comments funny. The thought of tens of people making assumptions on them when they don't know anything about Y/n.

    And maybe the world will never understand our kinda love. Say, "that's quite enough!", but I'll fight for us.

    Before Alex and Y/n had gotten together, Alex had noticed a little bit about Y/n's type. They seemed to like the edgier type of people. So slowly, Alex mad small changes to himself, trying not to make it seem too obvious he was changing himself for Y/n.

    But soon Y/n had noticed, and they asked Alex about it. He had only told them he was trying out other styles, but Y/n knew something was up with him. And after Y/n had noticed, Alex had begun to change his style back. He realized how stupid he was being for trying to change himself for someone who wasn't him. If Y/n was going to love Alex, they had to love him for him.

    I'd like to be the kinda man you'd like to love. We've got a right to love and baby, I'd like to love you cause you're my favorite hue.

    Y/n and Alex were happy together since day one, the spark never left their relationship. At this point, there was no sign of them breaking up anytime soon, they were just too in love.  They had trusted one another with everything, both were more to each other than romantic partners, they were friends.

    There's something bout us, when we're together. Whenever you're there, darling I swear I don't see color.


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