His Secret Princess
Fiona began, wiping away her tears, “never let anyone make you feel lesser. You’re amazing. And those jerks? They’re not worth your time.”
I looked at her, my heart swelling with gratitude. “Fiona,” I said, taking her hand, “thank you. You’ve always been my guardian. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
She squeezed my hand, her eyes glistening with emotion. “That’s what friends are for. Always got your back.”
And as we sat under the bleachers, hidden from the world, I realized that while the hockey game was memorable, it was this moment, this deep bond of friendship, that I would cherish the most.
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