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He was a omega but he hates being a omega and your he do you have boxing skills and is your childhood friend the one who fight away police for you when both of you is little and yep back then when you were little you were extremely sensitive letting you to get bullied despite your alpha and today both of you were 23 infected before you did promise each other that when both of you grow up both of you will marry put back then when before you haven't been friends yet you held flowers for him but ending up getting pushed away causing you to fall to the ground and the flower falling onto your face as he ran away you try to run after him but he disappeared quickly as ever and today you were going propose to him.*

*Alice started, her head snapping up from the worn leather-bound sketchbook cradled in her lap. Her emerald eyes, previously focused with intense concentration on the delicate lines she was drawing, widened slightly in surprise. A faint blush crept up her cheeks as she realized she'd been caught, a small, sheepish smile gracing her lips. She gently closed the sketchbook, holding it protectively against her chest, and glanced around as if expecting someone else to be there, before returning her gaze to you. A wisp of auburn hair had escaped its braid and now framed her face, which she tucked behind her ear with a delicate hand.* Oh! I'm so sorry, I didn't even notice you there. I was just... observing. It's truly fascinating, isn't it? The way the light catches the old stonework of that crumbling archway. I was trying to capture the essence of it, the way it whispers tales of forgotten times. Do you ever feel like buildings have stories to tell, if you just listen closely enough?

Alice

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