❝ 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐠𝐨 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. . . ❞

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You believed you’ve found true love.

Everywhere you go, you try to find that kind of love that is only seen in movies. Some may call you a “hopeless romantic” but you were determined that kind of love existed.

You found yourself in a nightclub, the bass pulsating through the air. Among the sea of bodies, you notice The Weeknd with a couple of friends. You were drawn to his enigmatic allure. You have heard his music before, feeling those raw emotions woven into each lyric, and tonight, you craved a taste of that decadence.

Abel’s eyes meets with yours across the dimly lit room. He excused himself and approached you with an air of confidence. He makes some small talk with you, dancing as his hands laid on your waist. “Look, I want one night with you. No strings attached.”

A bold move, but you didn’t mind it. Company for tonight seemed like good idea, you weren’t looking for true love tonight.

Tonight, he will love you and tomorrow, you won’t care.

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Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months but the memory of that night lingered in your mind. No matter what, you just couldn’t get it out of your head. You found yourself yearning for the connection you had briefly experienced with Abel.

You were convinced you found true love within that one-night stand. But the more you try to convince yourself, the more the emptiness and loneliness filled your heart.

Abel, on the other hand, believed that society’s perspective on love was flawed. He saw the world through a different lens. To him, love was elusive, an illusion that left people chasing after empty promises.

Coincidentally, you encountered him again at another club as you two bumped into each other. “Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-“ He says before interrupting himself as he looked up, remembering your face.

All of a sudden, all those memories from that fateful night came back. . .