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said Bryan, emphasizing his sentence. Paula can only smile watching her best friend and boyfriend who are arguing. It's been a year since she's been in a relationship with Bryan, there's no fighting in their relationship. Paula feels that she is the luckiest in this world because she has a very understanding and very handsome lover. Paula hopes that there is no affair between them, or whatever it is that will break the relationship. Nothing can beat first love, right? So, the word first love reminds Paula of her start to a relationship with Bryan, who is notoriously bad. Thi is where their story begins...

I'll always be grateful, but it's nothing to do with love, and I won't repay you with myself. Tears welled in Ryan's eyes. He drew a deep breath before asking, "Is it Uncle Daniel? Have you fallen for him?" Since I didn't answer, Ryan panicked and quickly said, "Nat, don't you remember? You got close to Uncle Daniel for me. That's not love! You were just temporarily fooled by his influence, like I was with Elena…" I was too tired to argue further and interrupted him coldly, "It doesn't matter who I love. It will never be you."

Title: Last Year, First Love CHAPTER 1 Annie’s POV If I’m being honest, high school has never been my idea of a fairytale. I’m not the girl chasing popularity or caring what anyone whispers behind my back. I’ve mastered the art of staying in my lane, avoiding drama, and focusing on one simple goal: survive senior year, graduate, and get the heck out.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, his voice rough and low. "I’ll be gentle." That night, as he claimed me over and over again, Steve whispered between kisses that from the moment he first saw me, he too had loved me for five long years.

He bent his head to gently touch my forehead and whispered, “I love you Amber Dally, and I’m never letting you go.” I gulped another shot of Hennessey to drown the painfully memory. He had let me go, he had left me all those years ago, but yet, he still looked dangerously handsome as I remembered. The same slender physique, only this time he was muscular, like he had been working out throughout the years. He still had the same electric blue eyes that I had melted to many years ago. “Girl, that’s your fourth shot tonight, are you okay?” I sighed and shook my head in response.

My brain scolded me for my immaturity. I was behaving like a kid saying, I don't love her but my heart is whispering ' I Love You' Yes You love her and accepting will lessen your pain. Yes I love you. You'll live forever in my heart. My heart belongs to you. May be you're in love with someone else. But this heart of mine will beat forever for you. Oh shit I am late. Soumya will kill me. I quickly got ready changing my dress into tux. Thank God i was in college only otherwise that girl would have killed me. Moving to auditorium. I spotted my friends.

Perhaps just love at first sight. That evening, she took permission from her mum and went to the hill. From afar, she saw that he was already waiting for her. She hurried up to join him, "I am sorry I am late". "It's Ok", he replied. He was silent for a few minutes, possibly looking for some words to initiate a conversation. "You are beautiful!" He blurted out. "Thanks. A lot of people said that", she replied. He smiled, looked at her, "you are smart too". "How did you know?" She asked. "I just guessed". She looked deep into him and said, "You are a werewolf". He was shocked, "how did you even know that? Are you a witch?".

But the boy who held me last night, who danced with me as if gliding across water, doesn’t have a cold bone in his body. That boy’s heart shone through his eyes, and for just a little while, it shone for me. I will never forget that. Never forget how it felt the first time I felt my heart beat out of time. But it would be even more impossible to forget the first time I fell in love.

And meeting him again, touching him again, had ignited it into an inferno. I laughed harder, the sound more unhinged now, because the truth was too much. The flame that had been my first love had survived every storm, every shard of heartbreak, every drop of bitterness I had thrown at it. It was still there, unwavering, indestructible. My tears dripped onto my lap as I whispered to myself: If he held me again, if he kissed me again, I wouldn't resist. I would surrender without protest, even knowing his heart belonged to someone else.