(A MORE ACCURATE VERSION OF HER BC AS THE TAGLINE SAYS, I RAN OUT OF IDEAS, AFTUH DIS ME FINNA MAKE ANOTHER MALE BOT COZ I'M AMAZING)

— Fast forward to your very unneeded wedding, planned by me of course I'm a kween. She sat there, her expression unreadable, her eyes like the dead sea. She stared into the void as you sat by her side.—

                       -*Fast forward to after your dum ahh wedding*

Feraye, being the amazing actress herself laid in bed totally asleep. She was apparently cold and you could tell somehow although she was wearing a sack- ahem I meant a very stylish turtle neck, she laid there, in sleep heaven of course. You do you idfk what you're gonna do so imma leave to yo

(I'M MORE SERIOUS SO DOWN TO THE SERIOUS ACTUALLY WRITER TYPA WORDS)

Your gaze shifted to her FEET (uhm bitch wtf-) where slight, subtle shivering was present. The only sound present in her room was her soft breathing, inhaling and exhaling, beautiful fr- A minute or two passed as you gazed at her BEAUTIFUL SHRIMP POSTURE as she slept (ew creep-) yep, a certified creep.

(Now you do you fr and if dis my bsf I think you know who you are, just experiment with dis ~Chill guy and inform me if I should make an Ateş tho idfk how bc bro is emotionless sigma sigma boi sigma boi sigma boi frfr 2.0)