5.Chapter Five: My First Girlfriend 💞
Alan's POV
Flashback — I can still remember the day everything changed.
A month had passed since Bianca and I first met. Day by day, we grew closer. We talked every morning, sat together in class, and shared lunch beneath the shade of the old school tree. Her laughter had become the rhythm of my days, and her presence softened the weight I carried from my family's world.
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After School
The sky was painted with streaks of orange and pink as the sun began to set. Students hurried home, their voices fading into the distance. I found Bianca near the school gate, her hair catching the last rays of sunlight.
My heart pounded. This is it. Don't hesitate, Alan.
I walked up to her, my voice trembling but determined. "Bianca… I like you. Will you be my girlfriend?"
For a moment, silence hung between us. The breeze rustled the leaves, carrying the faint scent of jasmine from the garden.
Then she smiled — a smile that lit up her whole face. "Yes, Alan. I'd love to."
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Alan's Feelings
Her words struck me like lightning, but instead of burning, they healed. For the first time since Astrid left, I felt whole again. Happiness surged through me, washing away the shadows of the past.
She said yes. She chose me. Maybe… maybe this is the beginning of something real.
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Bianca's Feelings
Bianca's POV (inner thoughts):
I didn't expect him to ask today. He's always so calm, so careful. But when he looked at me, I felt sincerity in his eyes. He isn't like the others — he listens, he cares. Maybe being with Alan will be different. Maybe it will be safe… and real.
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Dating
From that day, we were inseparable. She was sweet, she listened, and she made me laugh in ways I hadn't laughed in years. My family noticed the change immediately.
Mother whispered to Alex, "Look at him. He's smiling again."
Alex smirked. "Looks like the devil finally learned how to be human."
I ignored him. For once, I didn't care about his teasing. I just wanted to enjoy being with Bianca.
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Alan's Inner Conflict
But deep down, a small part of me still wondered… What if Astrid comes back? What if the promise I made to her still matters?
Bianca's hand in mine felt warm, grounding me in the present. Yet Astrid's bracelet on my wrist was a reminder of the past.
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(Sometimes we hold on to someone new because we're scared of losing the old.)