Emily Parker muttered to herself as the wind fought her skirt, her legs moving fast but her dignity already in trouble. She was sprinting down the avenue, late for work, no car, no bike, and the bus had just pulled away right before she turned the corner. Today was the day the new CEO would be introduced—someone young, rich, mysterious, straight out of a wealthy family. Just a few steps from the crosswalk, she heard a whoosh of wind and looked over, and everything happened at once.
A bicycle came out of nowhere, ridden by a man who looked like he stepped out of a magazine ad—tall, classy, dark blue suit, headphones in his ears. He was flying past, and before she could shout “watch out,” one of the pedals snagged the edge of her skirt, yanking the fabric hard and tearing it off her body in one brutal pull. “What? Are you crazy, you pervert?
” she shouted, using her bag to cover herself while she ran toward him, her face burning red. He hit the brakes, turned around typically saw her skirt caught on the bike chain like a white flag. , He dropped the bike and ran toward her, holding the skirt, genuinely apologetic, but she was furious—
“You ripped off my skirt! ”
“Why wear something so snag-prone?
”
“It’s an offensively aerodynamic skirt! ”
They stood face-to-face, she in just a long shirt trying to keep her dignity, he holding the torn fabric like a surrender flag, and then he said the worst possible thing that he could say. ,
“Sorry I took your skirt, but nice legs. ”
He got back on his bike and pedaled away laughing, leaving her standing there with bobby pins holding her clothes together and a burning desire for revenge.
she fixed her skirt as best she could and headed to work, cramming the entire humiliating episode into the back of her mind toward the point she could forget it forever. ,
But the universe had other plans. ,
In the packed auditorium, the entire company gathered to meet the new CEO for the first time. Whispers floated around about his youth, his wealth, his complete mystery.
Emily slid into the back row, hoping to disappear, but when the HR executive announced the name—Ryan Cooper—her heart literally stopped. ,
There he was. The creepy cyclist. The skirt snatcher.
The man who ruined her morning—and now her life—walking calmly up to the stage, smiling like he owned the place. ,
Their eyes met across the room. His smile widened. ,
She stood up without thinking and shouted, “You!
”
Silence. A cough. And then Ryan, cool as ever, said, ”Well, I guess that was quite the unique introduction,“ before smoothly continuing his speech. ,
Emily slowly sank back into her seat, wishing the floor would swallow her whole.
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When the presentation ended, he walked down the center aisle like a celebrity, pausing beside her only long enough to whisper, ”Careful not to lose your skirt. “. ,
“You‘re going to pay for this, cyclist turned CEO. “
„I‘m looking forward to it,“ he said with a half smile.
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And just like that, Emily found out she was going to be his new personal assistant. ,
She walked into his office later that day, holding her head high despite the chaos inside. ,
„Seriously? You called me in here and pretend everything’s normal?
“
„Hello, Emily. Have a seat,“ he said, pointing to the chair. ,
„I‘d rather stand. I’ve been sitting since you ripped my skirt off.
I need time to recover emotionally. “. ,
He raised an eyebrow. „Nice to see we‘re starting off with maturity.
“. ,
„Maturity? You ran me over with a corporate bike and now you want to talk about maturity? “
„Technically, you stepped into my path.
“. ,
„Technically, you have issues, and technically, you just got promoted. “. ,
She blinked.
„Are you kidding me? “
„I don‘t joke about promotions. That could lead to lawsuits. “.
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But she wasn‘t having it. She crossed her arms. „This is punishment, not a promotion. “.
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„Just a little,“ he said with a smile. ,
They argued, they negotiated, and eventually she agreed to one week. One week as his assistant, and if she still wanted out after that, he‘d let her go. No strings attached.
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„Deal. But if you pull on any part of my clothing again, I‘ll tie your tie to the bike wheel. “. ,
„Deal,“ he said, grinning.
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And so began the strangest working relationship Emily had ever been in. ,
They spent mornings going over contracts, afternoons bickering,, and every spare moment trading sarcastic comments that sometimes felt dangerously close to flirting. In the elevator, he complained it took longer than his college degree. She told him she could guess a person‘s coffee order just by looking at their face—and got his order exactly right.
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He looked at her with new respect. „You‘re good at more things than you let on. “. ,
She just walked away.
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Within two weeks, their routine felt almost comfortable. She still wanted to hit him with a pencil holder on occasion, but she also caught herself smiling at his jokes more than she wanted to admit. ,
Then came the golden envelope. ,
It was an invitation to the company‘s annual gala dinner, with a note that her presence was mandatory.
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And the day before the event, he handed her a gift. ,
„Your skirt got ruined because of me. So I got you something. “.
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Inside was a black dress with a gentle shimmer on the shoulders and an elegant cut that flattered without overdoing it. ,
„If it‘s red, I‘m sending it back,“ she said, trying to hide how touched she was. ,
„What if it‘s black with subtle details? “.
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She took it. ,
That night, she walked into the gala feeling different. The dress fit perfectly, and when she spotted Ryan across the room, he froze. ,
„The dress suits you,“ he said when he reached her.
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„Trying to say it looks great on me? “
„No, I‘m saying the dress is lucky to be on you. “. ,
She bit her lip, trying not to smile.
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They sat together during dinner, laughed at old work stories, and for the first time since this whole disaster began, things between them felt light. Almost easy. ,
But then, a tall blonde woman in a gold dress approached. ,
„Ryan, what a surprise seeing you here.
“. ,
Melissa. His ex–girlfriend. A shareholder.
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Emily felt a chill down her spine. ,
They exchanged polite words, but something about the way Melissa looked at Emily made her stomach twist. ,
Later that night, as Ryan walked her to the door, he asked, „Would you like to go out sometime? Outside of work.
No reports, no emails, no bikes. “. ,
Before she could answer, her phone buzzed. ,
A message from Claire: „Emily, you need to see this now.
Urgent. “. ,
She clicked a video. ,
Shaky footage, Ryan talking to Melissa in the garden, too close, smiling.
She touched his arm. ,
Emily put her phone away, her smile gone. ,
„Emily, it‘s not what it looks like. “.
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„Good night, Ryan. Thanks for the dress. “. ,
She walked away, leaving him standing there alone.
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She spent the whole weekend watching that video over and over. , 126 times. , The same feeling hit her every time: he lied. ,
On Monday morning, she walked into his office armed with ice.
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„Good morning, Mr. Cooper. ”. ,
He looked up, his smile fading.
„Emily? Is everything okay? “
„Everything‘s great. Ready for another week of hard work and zero emotional involvement.
“. ,
She told him she had seen the video, and that he had told her there was nothing going on with Melissa. , „I started to trust you and that was my mistake. “.
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He tried to explain, but she wouldn‘t hear it. ,
For the rest of the week, she was professional, precise, emotionless. No jokes. No glances.
No light sarcasm. ,
On Friday, Melissa appeared at the office again, walking through like she owned the place. ,
An hour later, Ryan came downstairs to find Emily by the printer. ,
„We need to talk.
Now. “. ,
„We already did, remember? You explained I lost it.
That‘s it. “. ,
„Melissa came to say goodbye. She‘s leaving the country.
It has nothing to do with you. “. ,
„Then why are you telling me? “
„Because I wanted you to know.
To see that there‘s no us anymore. “. ,
She looked at him, but before she could say anything, her phone rang. , It was HR.
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„I have to take this,“ she said, and left him standing there. ,
That night, she cried. Not a dramatic soap opera cry, but a quiet, held–back cry. Like someone who realizes they‘re in too deep to go back, but still afraid to move forward.
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The following Monday, she came in early, ready to quit. ,
When he walked in, they looked at each other for one of those seconds that feels like forever. ,
„If you want to leave, I understand,“ he said. ,
„I‘m not leaving.
“. ,
„Not yet. “. ,
„Why not?
“
„Because I haven‘t decided if you‘re worth it,“ she said. ,
He swallowed hard. „That‘s fair. “.
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„And also, because despite everything, I like the challenge. “. ,
They both smiled, small, hesitant, but real. ,
And just like that, after a week of tension, silence, and an ex–girlfriend haunting the halls, they took one uncertain step toward starting over.
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Things changed after that. Emily started working on a big leadership event, and in the process met Daniel, a manager from the East Coast branch—tall, cheerful, a bit clumsy, but light. Easy. Safe.
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They laughed together over coffee. He told her she had a beautiful laugh. ,
One evening, he invited her to dinner. ,
She went.
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It was easy. He was kind. He didn‘t make her overthink anything. ,
But when he leaned in for a kiss at her door, she hesitated, then touched her cheek to his.
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And when she walked inside, she saw an unread message from Ryan:
„Great job coordinating the event. I saw the photos. You looked great. “.
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She stared at the screen for a few seconds. ,
„Thanks. I hope the project met your expectations. “.
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Cold. Professional. ,
He didn‘t reply. ,
Weeks passed.
Emily and Daniel kept seeing each other, but something was missing. She couldn‘t explain it, not even to herself. ,
Then one morning, she found a handwritten envelope on her desk. ,
The handwriting was familiar.
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She opened it. ,
„Emily, I thought about sending this by email, more practical, less risky. But I realized part of the problem between us started when I kept choosing the easy way. So, for the first time in a long while, I‘m doing it the hard way.
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You may not know this, but I noticed you from day one. Even before the skirt and the bike. I had already seen you at reception a few days earlier. That day was just chaotic.
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After the mess, the arguments, the sharp conversations, I started liking how you challenged me. ,
I‘m not writing this to excuse my mistakes. They exist and I own them. Melissa was part of my past for a long time, so when she showed up, I froze.
Not because I felt anything for her, but because I was afraid of falling into the same old patterns I‘ve always hated. ,
You brought me something new, something I couldn‘t control, and that scared me. ,
If I have even the smallest chance of helping you see who I really am, not just who I was when I got it wrong, I‘m going to take it, even if now you‘re smiling because of someone else. ,
With everything I still don‘t know how to say face-to-face.
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Ryan,“. ,
Emily stood still, the paper trembling in her hands. ,
She didn‘t know what to do with it. ,
Later that afternoon, she appeared at his office door.
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„Can I come in? “. ,
He stood up right away. ,
They talked.
She told him that between the torn skirt and the mixed–up coffees, she had let herself imagine a story was happening. One just for them. ,
„There‘s no such thing as perfect love, but there are people willing to try. I‘m trying, Emily,“ he said.
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„I know. “. ,
„And Daniel? “
„Daniel is easy to be around.
He‘s kind. He makes me laugh. He doesn‘t make me overthink everything. But he‘s not you.
“. ,
He closed his eyes for a moment. ,
They agreed to take it slow. ,
The jokes came back, more carefully this time.
Their eyes met, but without urgency. ,
Daniel noticed the change and quietly stepped back. ,
„He‘s who you want,“ he told her at a cafe one week later. „And that‘s okay.
Life‘s like that. Sometimes we‘re just bridges. Sometimes we‘re the destination. “.
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A new project came up, an international expansion, and Ryan would need to take a small team on a long trip. ,
He chose Emily. ,
On the trip, during meetings, he was focused, sharp, confident. Outside of work, he was different.
He showed her the city, shared stories from his intern days, opened up. ,
One night on the hotel rooftop, looking out over the city lights, she asked, „Have you ever thought about stopping? Trying to please everyone. Always being right, always in control.
“. ,
„I have. But the business world isn‘t kind to people who seem weak. “.
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„What if I told you your vulnerability is the most interesting thing about you? “
He looked at her. „Then maybe I should start showing that side more. “.
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That night, he reached out and held her hand. ,
Back home, they went on a date to a food fair in the park. They walked between stalls, tried absurd food, laughed. He took her on a Ferris wheel.
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„Do you remember our first day? “ he asked. ,
„The day you ripped my skirt? “
„The same one.
“. ,
He laughed. „I was ready to disappear. But then you looked at me like I was the best and worst thing that had ever happened to you, and I knew I had to see you again.
“. ,
„You‘re impossible,“ she said, but she was smiling. ,
Then he asked, „Would you give me a real chance? “
Before she could answer, a delivery truck hit a curb, startled a group of cyclists,, and one flew straight into the bookstore window where they were standing.
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Glass shattered. , People screamed. ,
Emily stumbled backward and tore the hem of her new skirt on an exposed screw. ,
She sat on the floor among cushions and broken glass.
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„Are you okay? “ Ryan rushed to her. ,
„Just my pride and my skirt, again. “.
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He tried not to laugh. ,
„If you laugh, I swear. “. ,
„I won‘t,“ he said, holding back a chuckle.
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But then she started laughing, too. That desperate, comic laughter that only comes when the universe insists too much on a repeated joke. ,
„I‘m a joke, Ryan. A walking joke.
“. ,
He reached out his hand to help her up. ,
„You‘re the best thing that‘s ever happened to me,“ he said. ,
„You‘re saying that while I‘m sitting on the floor with a torn skirt surrounded by cushions and broken glass?
“
„Especially now. “. ,
They drove home, her skirt patched with bookstore tape. ,
„About your question,“ she said.
„I don‘t have an answer yet. But I want to keep asking with you. “. ,
„Then there‘s no problem.
We‘ll build the answer. “. ,
In the days that followed, doubt started to follow her more intensely. Not because of anger or hurt, but because she was involved, scared, hopeful, all at once.
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They kept things discreet at work. No obvious flirting, no loud teasing, but there were glances, small smiles, a quiet proximity. ,
Then HR called. ,
A new position had opened up, internal communications coordinator, a step forward.
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But it meant no longer being Ryan‘s personal assistant. ,
She weighed the options. ,
„You have to accept,“ he said without hesitation. ,
„Even if we see each other less?
“
„I‘d rather see you less and see you happy than see you every day knowing you‘re stuck because of me. “. ,
She kissed him. ,
On her last day as his assistant, she walked into his office with an envelope.
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Inside was a tiny bicycle with a paper skirt stuck on the wheel. ,
„Of what? “ he asked. ,
„That sometimes the silliest stumbles lead to unexpected places.
“. ,
„I wouldn‘t change a thing,“ he said. ,
„Neither would I. “.
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The promotion was a career leap for Emily, and with it came distance. Not just physical—another floor, another wing—but an invisible distance that crept in between them. ,
They still saw each other outside of work. Quick dinners, end–of–day texts, some coffees.
But the conversations had changed. ,
„How was your day? “
„Busy. How about you?
“
„Meetings, meetings, and more meetings. “. ,
Long pauses. Short answers.
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One night, they ran into each other in the parking lot. ,
„Is something wrong with us? “ she asked. ,
„I was going to ask you the same thing.
Everything feels distant, forced. “. ,
„I think what scares me the most isn‘t the end, it‘s the doubt, the feeling that we‘re losing each other without even realizing it. “.
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He stepped closer. „I‘m still here, Emily, but are we still here? “
She asked for space. „Not to end it, just to breathe.
“. ,
He nodded. , No, I respect it. ,
In the days that followed, she threw herself into work, trying to fill the emotional gaps with tasks.
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Then one morning, she found another handwritten envelope on her desk. ,
„Emily, when you asked me for space, I thought it was just room to breathe. But time passed and I realized it was also silence. And that silence forced me to listen.
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I realized I‘d been trying to keep you close without truly being with you. I was your chaos and your calm. But maybe I‘ve also been your burden. ,
I don‘t want to be a hard memory anymore.
If there‘s still room for me on your path, I‘m ready. But if there isn‘t, I‘ll understand. ,
Just promise me one thing. Be happy.
With me or without me. ,
Always yours,
Ryan,“. ,
She folded the letter carefully. ,
The next day, he didn‘t show up to work.
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A business column mentioned his possible transfer to an international branch. ,
She panicked. ,
She called. No answer.
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The rain started falling. ,
She wrote: „If you‘re still in town, meet me at our spot, please. “. ,
She arrived at the park, wet, empty, quiet.
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She sat on the bench by the lake. , waiting. ,
Minutes passed. ,
Then, through the mist, a figure approached.
Hands in pockets, slow steps, hair messy from the rain. ,
„You came,“ she said. ,
„Of course I did,“ he replied, out of breath. ,
She took a deep breath.
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„I choose to keep going, even with the fear, even without certainty, because what we have isn‘t common, and I don‘t want to spend my life asking, What if? “. ,
He took a step. ,
„I‘m willing to start everything over, however is best for you.
No rush, no pressure, just truth. “. ,
She extended her hand. ,
„Start over with me?
“
He took it. ,
„Always. “. ,
And there, in the same place where everything had gone wrong, they decided to begin again.
This time, the right way. ,
Starting over wasn‘t easy, but it was lighter. No more tense glances or sharp jokes to hide their feelings. What they had was something more mature, still imperfect, but honest.
Natural. ,
She still rolled her eyes at his jokes, and he still forgot his phone charger in important meetings. But they were together, for real. ,
One Saturday, Emily woke up to the smell of pancakes.
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„Are you trying to win me over with food? “ she asked. ,
„Win you over? I already won.
Now I‘m just maintaining the investment,“ Ryan replied, wearing an apron that said chef of love. ,
She laughed. ,
They sat down to eat. ,
„You know what I was thinking?
“ he said. „We‘ve been through it all. Torn pants, nosy ex–girlfriends, painful silences, almost breaking up, and an almost tragedy involving pillows and a reckless cyclist. And still, we survived.
We survived and got better. “. ,
He looked at her. , „So, maybe it‘s time to do this right.
“. ,
„Do what? “
„Life. With you.
All in. With a contract, witnesses, cake, and dramatic vows. “. ,
„Ryan Cooper, are you asking me to marry you?
“
He got up, went to the living room, came back pushing a pink kids bike with training wheels and a basket. ,
„I was going to do this in style with a fancy dinner and violin, but I thought this would be more us. “. ,
Inside the basket was a velvet box.
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He knelt down, still wearing the glitter apron. ,
„Emily Parker, since the day you lost your skirt because of me, my life‘s been off balance, and I realized I didn‘t want any routine where you weren‘t there. Will you marry me and keep laughing at my bad ideas for the rest of our lives? “
She stood there, trying to hold back both the tears and the laughter.
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„I accept. Of course, I accept, you crazy guy. “. ,
He slid The ring on her finger, and they both fell into an embrace.
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Straight into the pancakes. ,
The wedding was set for 6 months later. ,
The big day arrived with sunshine, a clear sky, and more chaos than any normal ceremony could handle. ,
The decorator hung bicycles from the ceiling.
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Emily got stuck in the zipper of her dress. ,
Ryan wore the wrong left shoe. ,
But none of that mattered when the music started and Emily appeared. ,
He looked at her like time had stopped.
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The vows were imperfect and beautiful. ,
She promised not to yank his tie during meetings anymore. ,
He promised to never ride a bike toward her again, unless it was to run away together from a boring corporate event. ,
The first dance was an impromptu choreography to a pop song, ending with him nearly falling and her saving the moment with a laugh and a kiss.
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At the entrance of the party stood The pink bike, decorated with flowers and a sign: „Here started the most beautiful disaster of our lives. “. ,
Later, in the hotel room, both still with glitter in their hair, she asked, „Do you think we‘ll keep laughing like this forever? “
„As long as it‘s up to me, yes.
,“ he said. ,
„But I‘ll probably keep tripping over furniture, forgetting birthdays,,and making coffee too strong. “. ,
„And I‘ll probably keep complaining about all of it, dramatizing and threatening to hide your bike forever.
“. ,
„Perfect. Sounds like a good life plan. “.
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Before turning off the lights, he pulled her closer. ,
„You know, for everything that went wrong, I‘m thankful. Why? Because everything that went wrong brought me here, with you.
And that is my happy ending. “. ,
She smiled, resting her head on his chest. ,
„Then let the mess of life come, together.
“. ,
