Honestly, I was damn glad that I still had the ability to shut myself off from the rest of the world by focusing on one thing. Luckily, that one thing wasn't Joshua.

I worked my ass off in the future weeks, after my confrontation with him. I needed to give myself time to untangle myself from my feelings, and I used most of my effort towards my line. I worked night and day with Johnny and during that time I found myself growing closer to the dumbass. Sure, we still fought and bickered, but it revolved around patterns and stitching most days.

It wasn't hard to joke around with Johnny. He wasn't such an asshole, unless when he was really trying. I didn't see much of Martin during those months. After the whole Minerva fiasco, I didn't really want to see either of them.

I did in fact end up telling my brother about seeing Minerva, but not about her spit swapping. I decided to leave that little bit to myself. Thankfully, my brother seemed to be moving on. Not without my help, of course.

It was a week after I had gotten back from Brazil. I remembered leaning over a few sketches that were placed on the kitchen table and hearing the door slam. I knew it was Andrew the minute I heard his abnormal amount of noise making. No burglar could make such a ruckus.

I recalled looking up from my work and seeing my brother with his tie that didn't match and pants that seriously needed some washing and ironing. Sure, I was his sister and all, but my brother rarely let me do any work for him. I was a lazy ass and so I didn't contest it.

I realized at that moment that my brother seriously needed someone to take care of him. I hadn't told him yet, but I was already saving money to move out after fashion week.

I could tell he was lonely, mostly when I would see him in the afternoon having a beer while he watched the game. I'm sure he used to enjoy that time for himself, but most of the time he looked sad and depressed, even when he tried to hide it. He wasn't excited or even mildly interested in the game in front of him, even though my brother had been the freaking quarterback in high school. I knew for a fact he loved watching his sports.

My brother was having love withdrawals. As much as the selfish side of me felt better about not being the only one with their heartbroken, even I recognized that it wasn't fair.

So, the following week I practically tied my bother up the minute he got home from work. I didn't let him take off his coat before I was pushing him up the stairs.

"Lilly, what the hell are you doing?" My brother wondered, letting me push him up the steps. My palms were doing all of the work, pushing him up every step.

"You have a date tonight." I told him cheerfully. That's when my brother stopped dead on his tracks. None of my pushing did any good.

"I have a date? With who?" My brother sounded genuinely puzzled.

I smiled to myself, not wanting to reveal the mystery girl's name just yet. Sure it would be damn weird to know later on that the same girl I was setting up with my brother had been with Joshua, but I tried not to think about it.

"No time! You, my stinky brother, need to shower and change before she gets here!"

I didn't bother listening to what he said next. It wasn't long before I had stuffed my brother into the bathroom and waited. Guys were seriously quick when they showered, and I couldn't stop thinking about how unfair it was. Here you had me spending half an hour in the water, while my brother took no more than fifteen minutes.

I let him change before pushing myself back into the room. It was seriously adorable the way he let me dress him and get him ready. My brother was clearly clueless when it came to making a real effort.

"Let me see your pants!" I ordered. My brother finally stepped out of the room and pushed his hands into the pockets. I couldn't stop the surge of pride when I saw them on him.

"Hey, how did you get these to fit so well? I don't remember buying these..."

"That's because I made them for you." I told him with a smile. It was true, I had spent a few days working on making him the perfect outfit. I quickly learned that making clothes could be just as interesting as designing them. Seeing the final product was an adrenaline rush.

I made sure to fix the collar on my brother's dress shirt, after making him put his tie on.

"What's her name? What does she look like? Why are you making me do this?" The last statement really sounded desperate of him.

"Her name is Melissa, she's blonde and beautiful, and you're sounding like our mother." I told him all at once.

I didn't let him say another word, because I heard the doorbell ring at that very second. My brother looked absolutely petrified and it made me giggle. I was truly evil, getting a rush from seeing him being cornered.

I knew it would be good for him to meet someone new, anyway.

"Hi, Lilly!" Melissa waved from the doorway. The girl had seriously gone all out, four inch stilettos and a tight mini dress. I patted myself on the back for finding my brother such a good looking girl, plus she was pretty solid on the personality department. I had spoken to her a few times on the phone since the last time I saw her. I knew she was a bit on the ditzy side, but she had a good heart.

Plus, she didn't mind being set up with my brother.

I knew my bother approved the minute he set eyes on her. I added a few more points to my cupid scale when he finally made his way down and introduced himself. The two were seriously adorable. All shy and retarded. God, I really hated the cheesy affects of falling in love, but I hopped that's how it was going to be for my brother.

"Well, have a good time you two!" I yelled, wiggling my eyebrows at the both of them. My brother had the good grace of looking peeved, which made my work so much more enjoyable.

I had already drilled my brother on where he would be taking her, which was the best table at the most prestigious restaurant in New York. How did I get this table may you ask?

Well, being in close relationship with Martin Vance sure had it's perks, even if he had a thing for your ex-sister-in-law.

I watched from the door, as the car drove off from the doorway, sighing. I tried not to think about my own situation, which consisted of spending all of my time glued to a sewing machine. I tried to tell myself that I was alright with not having someone take me out to fancy restaurants, call me, tell me how special I was, watch scary movies with me, and bring me flowers.

I say these things because I helped my brother do all of them for Melissa in the coming months. The two losers really hit it off, which wasn't surprising. I did have a knack for being a matchmaker. My own love life was a different story.

The hype for my clothing line was a good thing to distract myself with. Martin was the king of exposure and he made sure I damn well got it before my clothing line was released. At one point people were even recognizing me at the freaking supermarket, when I hadn't done anything, yet. I was surprised to see myself in magazines, but not as Joshua's ex-fling, but as an up and coming designer who hung out with all the right people.

 I did make a few appearances, most of which I spent on Robert's side. Every time we went to a club or an after party for some award show, I made sure to stick by him. I wasn't about to be a third wheel in Johnny's gay love life, or hang around scary Martin Vance.

Plus, both Robert and I could sulk about our failed relationships together. I didn't mind the spotlight as much as I thought I would, and I was actually a bit excited about showing my work.

I grew close to Robert during that time as well. He had covered for me when I made my Brazil trip. How he did it, I still didn't know. We usually hung out during the events that Johnny dragged me to, and he would sometimes stop by our work building to hang out as Johnny and I worked on my line.

I had already made him promise to be in my show, so I needed him to go so that I could get things fitted to his frame, anyway. There wasn't anything romantic between us, which was a relief. I wasn't ready to have someone look and make me feel the way Joshua had. I also knew that Robert was still hung up on Gola.

He was actually making an effort to move on, unlike me. I was doing a bangin' job at ignoring my problems, which worked damn fine for the time being. I got to talk with Lara a few times, enough to find out about her refusing to undergo her operation. She sounded a lot happier, so I knew things had been worth it at least.

Pretty soon she was calling me practically every day. Something told me that she didn't have many friends to talk to, so I had to hear about that one special boy in her class or that test she studied so hard for. I didn't mind, in fact, I loved talking to her. She was such a special girl.

The days flew past like the fast cabs in the city. I didn't believe that the actual day of my debut came when it did. It felt like any other day, until Johnny rung me up on the phone squealing like a little girl.

"Today is the day, guuuuurl!" Johnny practically yelled from his side of the line.

"Shut up!" I told him, practically jumping myself. I couldn't believe that we finished sewing the last piece just the night before. I knew couldn't have done it without Johnny's help.

"You better get ready, Fenster! We have a shit load of work cut out for us today!" Johnny commented cheerfully.

I laughed before turning serious about my next comment.

"Johnny, I just want to say thank you for everything, even if you did do this to bring down Lanning." I told him sincerely.

"Oh, honey. You're welcome. Believe it or not I learned a few things from you too, Doll." He said in his most feminine tone. I hadn't truly experienced Johnny's gayness until I worked with him for several months.

I didn't bat an eye lash before replying.

"Oh god, you've transformed me into a fag hag!" I declared with mock surprise.

I heard Johnny chuckle from the other line before he responded.

"Welcome to the dark side!"

We chatted for a few more minutes on the things we still had to do after that. I dreaded to hang up on him, because I knew that once I did it meant that it was show time. The day where I would show the entire world who Lilly Fenster was had come.

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"You did the right decision, asshole."

"You're finally going to be the best and get what you've always wanted, even if Lara doesn't want her operation anymore. That is what you wanted, right?"

"She's going to be a lot happier without you anyway."

"You were already a dick to her, there's no way she'll take you back."

"What if she did take you back?"

I kept repeating the same phrases to myself, as I tried to tie my bowtie for the ninth time. The day of my fucking wedding day had finally come.

I could hear my mother and sisters talking to Gola from further inside the house. I knew that Gola wanted the wedding of the century, and it had been hard convincing her to have it here in Brazil. That didn't stop her father from going all out, but it would at least be close to my family. I had always wanted my wedding to be in Brazil. It was my homeland, but something felt wrong about bringing Gola.

The minute we stepped out of the jet I knew that I shouldn't have brought her to my home. I worried about the contempt my family would receive from her, but I hadn't been thinking when I dragged her to Brazil. All I could think about was Lilly's rejection.

I had gone half crazy when she left the day she found out about my engagement. I didn't realize how clueless I was, thinking that Lilly and I could still be together even after I married Gola. I thought I had things under control. Until Lilly decided to pull a wild card out and quit. Things were even worse when we all realized she had left with Martin Vance.

That's when I truly panicked. I didn't realize how much I really fucking cared until I didn't have her with me anymore. I knew that I loved her, for so many reasons I couldn't even count, but I hadn't known how much, but I was weak. I really didn't know what I wanted and because of that I was getting married that very day to someone who I didn't care about.

Don't get me wrong, Gola was someone to me at one point. She was the girl I had sex with and didn't get bored, for a while at least. Usually girls bored the shit out of me, but I knew that I wasn't that bright myself. I wasn't stupid, but I had never really cared much about my studies or anything of that nature. Gola had kept my attention for a short period, but that had eventually died out.

Thinking back on it, I couldn't explain why Lilly had been the girl to stay on my mind all of the time. At first I hadn't taken her seriously. She was just another one of my assistants, granted she was damn cute with all of her yelling and pouting, but she wasn't like the girls I usually focused my attention on.

I couldn't resist a challenge, though. Making her squirm and fight back was something that actually grabbed my interest. I wanted to know more about how to tick her off, and eventually it morphed into wanted to know what actually made her happy.

She became my friend. The one girl I could talk to about my family without having to worry about being judged about my past. Pretty soon I was laughing, not because I riled her up, but because she was laughing with me. It all sounded pathetic, but it was the truth. I was whipped.

I hadn't thought of the consequences concerning bringing Gola to meet my family ahead of time, I only wanted to leave N.Y. Robert had practically threatened me if I showed up to the bar opening, but I needed to see Lilly. I was ready to throw it all away for her and ask her to take me back that night. I wasn't expecting her to walk away from me and never look back.

I realized that I had really messed things up then.

Now there I was, tying a bowtie to my neck and dreading the thought of leaving the room. I knew Gola would look beautiful in her gown and that my mother would smile and cry during the ceremony, but I wished it wasn't about to happen.

"Joshua, hurry up everyone's waiting for you!" My older sister called from the other side of the door. Sighing, I pulled the door open to make my way out. It belonged to the same room that Lilly had been in the month before. I still hadn't realized how long it was since we fought. I only remembered knowing that she knew the kind of monster I really was and feeling like I didn't want to exist anymore.

Because Lilly had been right. This had been more about me. I wanted the best, always had since I was a kid. When Lanning came to me with the promise of getting everything I had ever thought I needed, I couldn't say no. Not even my love with Lilly could have stopped me. Knowing that Lilly knew what kind of person I really was made me give up. There was no way to make her believe otherwise, or so I thought.

I walked down the narrow hallway towards the living room, where I knew most of the family would be. Lucky for Gola, her father had paid for the best tutors in the world ever since she was a little kid, so she knew plenty of languages, including Portuguese. She communicated just fine with my family members.

I expected to hear voices as I neared closer, considering that my family was of the loud and rowdy type. Instead, there was total silence when I entered the living room.

My eyes immediately went to Gola, who was sitting on my mother's couch with her wedding gown. Her eyes weren't on me for once, which was cool. Usually Gola kept an eye on me wherever we were. I knew it was bad luck for the groom to see his future wife in her dress before the wedding, but it wasn't as if I had any good attitude towards our future.

In fact, no one's eyes were on me.

"What's going on?" I asked out loud, hoping for an answer. Everyone's eyes were glued to our small TV screen, and for a minute I wondered if I would get an answer.

"She's on TV!" My sister Lara yelled excitedly, without blinking, still looking at the screen. I pushed past a couple of aunts and uncles to get a view of the action.

All I saw were runway models on the screen. It wasn't anything new to me, or even Gola, so I wondered why she was so committed to not tearing her eyes away.

Granted, the clothes were really nice. I realized it was fashion week the more I stared at the screen. A part of me, the model part, wished I could have been walking that runway. The models were wearing some of the best designs I had ever seen.

Every look had its own unique twist. Most of the colors were rich and you could obviously tell that the designer was aiming towards building a sophisticated reputation for their brand.

Seeing Robert walk down the runway grabbed my attention even more. I hadn't thought he would get any more work after quitting with Lanning, but there he was on the screen. Surely Lara wasn't referring to him, since she didn't know him.

I watched as the last model walked the runway in the closing dress. Even Gola sucked in a breath when she saw it. The entire thing flowed down the runway as if the model were flying. I couldn't shake the feeling that I had seen a dress similar to it before.

It was damn awkward when we all noticed that Gola's wedding dress didn't even compare to the one on the screen. I looked at Gola, turning my head in her direction. She was beautiful. From her soft hair to her long legs, but she just wasn't it.

"Look, there she is!" Lara yelled, pointing at the screen while she jumped up in excitement.

I turned at just the right moment to se Lilly walk down the runway, with all of the models walking ahead of her in a straight line. I didn't recognize her at first. Her hair was different, just as long and straight, but now with light brown tips. It flowed behind her, while she walked with determination behind everyone.

 It was clear that she was the designer. I watched as she smiled with happiness and surprise, as if she couldn't believe she was walking on the platform. One of her hands was raised high in the air, as she waved to the people sitting below her. You could hear the cheering and clapping from the spectators. I watched all of this with my mouth slightly agape.

I knew that by then some of my family members had turned to look at me.

She looked...like Jilly.

My Jilly.

 I couldn't do it.

I cleared my throat, without even thinking about what the hell I was about to do, I turned towards Gola. I spoke in English, for the sake of not embarrassing her in front of my family members. Only Lara could understand us, but I already knew whose side she was on.

"Gola, we can't do this." I told her, really meaning to say that I couldn't do it.

"W-w-what are you talking about?" Gola stuttered, grabbing her dress in her right fist. Her eyes had already started to water.

"You and I both know that I was only going to do this for all of the wrong reasons." I told her quickly, but steadily. I couldn't wait to get the hell out of there, but I needed to clear things up first.

"But, I love you, Josh. You loved me too before...her." Gola spoke just as quickly, standing up and coming closer. I knew she wanted to wrap her arms around me and suffocate me.

"You don't love me Gola." I told her truthfully. There really was nothing between us to fall in love with. I was just something that she wanted really bad, and Gola was used to getting what she always wanted. I thought I could be bought, like all of the toys and gifts Gola got when she was a child, but surprisingly I realized it wasn't true.

"Yes, I do!" She pouted, stomping her foot roughly. I noticed my mother watching in silence. That had always been my mother's fault. She always let me take decisions without her help. She never intervened.

 It was no fucking surprise that I became such a greedy bastard. The only time she had ever spoken up and forced me to do something had been when she met Lilly. She had yelled at me for bringing Gola when she thought Lilly was my fiancé. She had forced me to apologize to Lilly, which had been surprising of her.

"Fine, but I don't." I spoke darkly, looking towards my little sister. She had on a wide eyed stare, looking to see what I would do next. She also looked at me with support, which was an odd thing to need from your little sibling. I smiled down at her and ruffled her hair, which had been braided for the ceremony.

"Let mom know that I won't go through with it, and-" I thought about how responsible of me it would be to leave my little sister with the task of telling everyone that my wedding was off, but was interrupted by her cheerful order.

"I already know what to do. You need to hurry away now!" She said, pushing me towards the doorway. I few of my family members started to ask questions, but Lara and I ignored them.

I ran like hell.

Getting to the airport wasn't very hard, but buying the ticket to N.Y. was. I wasn't used to doing things on my own, since I always had assistants do the work for me. I wished I had Lilly with me to travel, but then laughed inside because of the irony.

I was finally able to book the soonest flight, and it didn't take me long to find myself inside the plane. I had no clothes, or even a clue of what I was going to do once I reached New York. All I was sure about was the fact that I had just thrown my modeling career away, and all for Lilly. Lanning would be furious when she found out that I bailed out on our agreement, but I didn't give a crap.

It was time that I tried to get my girl back.

The plane was one of the smaller ones and full of people. There was a crying baby during the first few hours that put me in a shit mood.

I finally changed planes, finding myself sitting next to a younger woman and an older one. The oldest woman looked really sick. Most of the color in her face was gone and her hair looked dried and grey. The younger woman was trying to get the older to become more comfortable, offering pillows and water. I tried not to look at them much, but I couldn't ignore the condition of the older woman.

"Come on, Greta. Just one sip." The younger woman ordered, bringing a plastic water bottle up to the older woman's lips.

Even though she looked to be in such a bad state, the woman still looked nice enough. You could tell that she was a very kind person, back when she was younger. I usually wasn't this nosy, that was Jilly's job, but I couldn't help overhearing.

"Now, don't go calling me Greta. I'm your mother." Her voice was soft.

"I'm sorry, mother. It's hard, since I hadn't seen you in so many years."

The older woman focused her attention on me. My guess was that she noticed I was eavesdropping.

"Good afternoon, young man. Where are you on your way to?" She asked me kindly.

"I'm going to go get my girlfriend in New York." I told her a bit shyly. I wasn't even sure Lilly would look at me, much less be my girlfriend, but the old woman smiled and looked at me fondly.

"How about you?" I wondered next.

"Good for you. Young love is always a beautiful thing. I once met a girl who hadn't realized she was in love. I hope that she finally has. We're on our way to Minnesota, getting some treatment there." The old woman explained, grabbing hold of her daughter's hand.

We didn't say much after that, although we chatted occasionally throughout the plane ride. The old woman eventually ended up taking a nap, and the younger one didn't seem to talk much.

I didn't have any bags to pick up once I arrived, only had one goal in mind.

I grabbed a cab to Lilly's apartment.

You could imagine my frustration when I found out that she didn't live there anymore. A short little man had to tell me, he didn't seem to like Lilly very much, which made me dislike him. Annoyance biting at me, I found a payphone and dialed Robert's number.

He couldn't believe it when I told him I was in the city looking for Lilly on my wedding day. I had to tell him that I threw it all away, for the sake of being with Lilly, just so that he could finally give me the address of where she was staying. It was already really late in the night, so I wondered if she was already asleep. It didn't matter, letting her know how I felt was more important.

I hadn't really thought things out, and I couldn't back out once I stood outside her front door and rung the doorbell. The house was a two-story, but had all of the lights off.

I nearly lost my shit when I saw a blonde girl open the door. She was wearing nothing but a T-shirt and a messy ponytail. Her eyes widened into saucers when she caught sight of me through the screen door.

She finally pulled it open to let me in. I couldn't shake the fact that she looked familiar. Where the hell had I seen her before?

"Do I know you?" I asked offhandedly.

The short blonde girl snorted and shook her head disapprovingly at me.

"I'm Melissa, remember?" She asked me.

It took me a few seconds to really realize that one of my exes was standing in front of me.

"Oh, shit, my bad. H-H-How's it going?" I asked with a lopsided smile. I definitely felt uncomfortable.

She only snorted again, before a tall guy walked sleepily down the stairs. He also looked familiar, but not in a past way. More like he looked like someone I knew.

He rubbed his eyes before narrowing them to look at me.

"Can I help you?" He was on the defense immediately. We stared each other down for a few seconds with a small amount of animosity.

"I'm looking for Lilly?" I asked, raising my brows for emphasis. The dude started to shake his head to tell me no, but Melissa quickly intervened.

"She's be right down!" She told me with a small smile. The guy looked confused towards Melissa, until she walked up beside him and took his arm. I heard her whisper to him, "Trust me."

Apparently, he did, because he let Melissa lead him back upstairs. So, I waited with my hands stuck in my pockets. I was a fucking dumbass, because I actually thought of a way to leave without being noticed, but I was done running away. I needed to get my shit together instead. I wondered if she would even see me, and for a minute I feared that the guy would come back down and tell me to leave.

I smiled softly when I saw that bed head that I loved so much come down the stairs. Her eyeliner was smudged, her hair stuck out wildly, and she was wearing a torn t-shirt, but I had never seen someone more adorable. I wanted to hug her to my side and keep her there.

She wasn't fully awake, and only rubbed her eyes over and over, smearing the gunk around her eyes worse. Seeing her made me chuckle, even though our situation wasn't funny at all.

Lilly focused her gaze on me, finally looking more awake. I didn't dare move only waited to see what she would do. She rubbed her eyes one more time and blinked for a few seconds. The she leaned in to get a closer look at my face, before leaning back on her heels.

"Am I still asleep?" She asked me. Her voice cracked and she looked like a little confused owl.

"Not anymore, I think." I answered her back, taking her all in.

"You mean I'm not dreaming. You're really here?" She asked me in a low tone.

I only nodded my head to tell her yes.

I was expecting a lot of things from Jilly, but like always, she was a surprise.

There were plenty of times where Jilly came at me trying to attack me, but I hadn't been expecting it that moment. I instantly remembered our pillow fight so many months ago and couldn't help laughing as she tried to hit me. She wasn't strong at all, so it was just cute, but she was really pissed off.

She didn't find it funny when she jumped back to look at me.

"Quit laughing you, Ass!" She ordered, while crossing her arms.

She swung one more time, actually getting me in the jaw. It was a lucky shot, and I even brought my hand up to rub the sore spot.

"Ow." The sound escaped my lips.

"It didn't even hurt you!" She half yelled.

I kept rubbing the spot anyway, because, surprisingly, it had. Lilly looked at me with narrow eyes, until they widened unexpectedly.

"I didn't really hurt you right? Ugh, let me see-" She spoke worriedly, bringing her hands up to my face. I took the opportunity to grab hold of her wrist and bringing her closer to me.

"How dare you come to my house in the middle of the night. Aren't you supposed to be rich, famous, and married right now?" She said bitterly. I wanted to punch myself for not remembering that grabbing Lilly's wrists was the worst thing to do. It just seemed to piss her off.

"Jilly, I'm the biggest asshole." I started to tell her, hoping to diffuse her anger a bit.

I knew that letting go of her wrists would have worked the same way, but I didn't want to let go of her.

"I couldn't do it, Jilly. And I know that you think I'm greedy and selfish and you're a hundred percent right, but-" I stopped short, not knowing what to say next. Everything would have sounded wrong. Everything would have sounded pretentious or incorrect. I could never say what I really needed to say around Lilly. She was too smart and intelligent for my stupid words.

"You didn't marry her. You came here instead." Lilly claimed with wonder, as if she couldn't believe her words.

"I'm sorry, Jilly. Please take me back? I promise to tell you everything from now on. Hell, I'll even do something to prove that I want to change for you. Whatever you want, you got it." I looked her deep in the eyes, which were starting to water. I hated making her cry.

"You're a fucking asshole." She said in a wobbly manner. I nodded my head, agreeing to everything she was calling me. It was that moment that I wouldn't let her tell me that there was no hope for us. I had already come this far. I hadn't said any of the words that told Lilly how I felt about her, but when she insulted me and looked at me like she cared, I knew I didn't have to. Lilly was just that smart. We didn't need to say anything.

She sighed and looked down towards the ground. I waited patiently for her answer, thinking of more ways to convince her.

"If you don't hug me and tell me that you love me right now, I swear to God, Joshua, I will kick your ass out of my house." Lilly threatened in an entirely new tone.

I didn't need to say anything else, except follow her orders. We had gone through so much, all leading up to that moment.

"Martin is going to pop a blood vessel when he finds out you gave everything up for me." Lilly said with a smile. I rested my chin on top of her and listened.

"Why is that?" I asked her contently.

"Because he bet me that you would go through with it, and Martin Vance never loses a bet."

"Really?"

"Yup, he boasted about it, the bastard." Lilly said almost kindly. I guessed that she had grown pretty close to him, Johnny, and even Robert in the time that we weren't together.

"Well, he just did, because I love you, Jilly Billy." I told her, kissing the top of her head.

"Gross, you're such a cheeseball." She sarcastically said.

I had definitely missed her snarky attitude. I ignored her sarcasm and leaned in to kiss her. She happily bent her head upward to meet mine.

Lilly was the only girl who I was willing to work and change for. The only girl that kept my attention and made me want more. The only girl who hadn't put out the minute I turned my charm on her, instead making me work towards building something real with her.

Lilly was the only girl for me.

THE END.

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