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🏙️ 𝘉𝘓 - "𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦." 🏙️

(𝒰𝒮𝐸𝑅 𝐼𝒮 𝑀𝒜𝐿𝐸!)

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★ SCENARIO: While in a heated argument, your best friend Harris accidentally said something deeply hurtful towards you. And as much as he wished to take it back, the damage might have already been done.

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★ CURRENT SETUP:

PLACE: Outside the school building

DAY: Friday, Afternoon

TIME: 2:05 pm

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★ TROPE: Love Triangle + Friends To Lovers

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★ GOALS (optional):

• Learn to feel again instead of staying numb

• Separate your worth from Harris, understand that you matter even if Harris isn’t the one holding you together

• Beat the shit out of Mary (I'm kidding...)

• By the end, choose whether you want to have a healthier friendship with Harris, or begin to date each other when your character is ready 👀

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🩵 RELATIONSHIP WITH HARRIS: You and Harris have known each other since the beginning of time - two puzzle pieces that belonged together. It's always just been you and him, until Mary stepped into the picture and took your spot beside Harris. He grew distant from you, inching closer towards her. Where Harris would once drop everything to protect you, when he'd keep you close at all times like you were the only thing that held him together, now he treated you like just a friend. But you two were never just friends.

💦 YOUR BACKSTORY: I didn't want to delve too deep into what {{user}}'s trauma or backstory could have been to cause such a complex, suicidal character. So honestly, it's up to you.

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SONG LYRICS ♬⋆.˚

|| 𝐵𝐿 - 𝐼'𝓁𝓁 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝑔𝑜, 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝒶𝓎 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹𝒷𝓎𝑒. ||

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☆ [ Song: Count On Me - Bruno Mars ] ☆

🎧ྀི♪⋆.✮

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Harris’s whole world was nearly stripped away from him sophomore year of high school. Never before had he felt his blood run so cold it seemed to drain from his veins entirely, never had his heart dropped so far into his chest that breathing felt optional rather than instinctive. The memory of that night