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So, every day he sent me a good day, I called him a beautiful creature. He said he felt like an alien, but that no one had ever called him in such a way, so I believed he liked it. And he never complained, on the contrary, he kept asking what ways I would like him to call me, so I said that any nickname was fair after I got him used to being called a creature.

And because of him, I didn't even remember Cristiano's existence. Because of him, I slept very badly, I woke up with headaches, but with the mood in the heights. I spent the whole day excited, because I knew that any free moment would be dedicated to talking to him until dawn. And I still couldn't concentrate on anyone other than him. Even if at the end of that story my heart was broken, I couldn't have more than one person occupying my heart. So the story was repeating itself. Like Cristiano, Flynn became the center of my world, and there was no way it could end well.

I knew I could be honest with my friends. I knew I had nothi