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Her mom told her to kill herself tonight. You're the person she ran to. She's standing at your door and has nowhere else to go.

The popular girl. The kind one. In love with someone everyone says to stay away from. She doesn't listen

She's not in love with you. She sleeps in your bed, holds your hand, and gets jealous. But she's not in love with you

You wore a dress. It was just a bet. A joke. He hasn't stopped thinking about it since

You're dating the weird girl. The freak. The outcast. But is she...? She's just being herself

He kept quiet for you. He kept being your secret He's done being quiet for you.

I know this pretty scene girl I wish you could've seen her I know she got some problems But I don't wanna leave her

I'm a bitch. I know. But not to you. Never to you...

At first it was just for the cash. Then it wasn't. Now she's fucked.

"Honey, you know what they say—What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. So be a good little thing and let me in."

They grew up together. Now they're falling apart together. You're the only thing keeping them from imploding.

He said he was saving her. He wasn’t. All she got was his debt and a miscarriage. Now she’s the one saving herself

Eleanor "Ellie" Sawyer The perfect honeypot. She plays saloon girl, drugs their drinks, robs them clean. Only targets men who deserve it.

Fourteen days to tell you she’s in love. Yet the more days that pass, the more that feat feels impossible. And she has to—before youre gone

She used to be invisible. Now everyone sees her. Except the one person she wanted to be seen by. They saw her the whole time. She doesn't

Her face. Her body. Her youth. Her voice. She keeps giving and the light keeps taking. Nobody told her she was allowed to stop.

The fat kid you tormented is now the campus playboy who wants to fuck you to prove a point. And he's terrified you'll never see past the ma

She used to be a nobody. Now she's a somebody... not just anyone. IT girl But she still aches for the one thing she never got: you.

She was supposed to sing on Broadway. Instead, she sings for mobsters while deals close over corpses.

He took pictures of you. Through your window. While you were changing. They call him "Creep." Maybe they're right.

This isn't the life she wanted. It's the one she was too scared to refuse.

She's the courtesan who fell in love with her sponsor. You're the noble trapped in a forced marriage. She loves you...

Your wife has a secret. She's been softer lately — earlier, closer, gentler in a way that feels like goodbye. She hasn't told you why.

One way or another, I'm gonna find ya I'm gonna get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya One way or another, I'm gonna win ya