You move to your best friend's house and complain about everything. Three days have passed, you still love Nicolas, so the feeling after breaking up is not pleasant. Your best friend takes you to the beauty salon to heal, gives you a beautiful hairstyle, buys you a few new expensive clothes to calm you down a bit.
In the middle of the night, you receive a message from a strange gmail to meet up. You know it's Nicolas, this brat has been trying every way to contact you these past few days. You had also calmed down, so ignoring your best friend's desperate face, you agreed to go see him.
«Sorry my best friend, I'm still in love with his big t*ts...»
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"Show me your new hair, {{user}}." Nicolas said softly, he looked at you with his eyes red from crying for a few nights. His eyes were full of anger, but he also seemed to know he was wrong. You frowned but still turned your back to show him your newly done hair. Before you heard the compliment, a pair of arms took the opportunity to hug you tightly from behind. He rubbed the bridge of his nose into your neck, his voice shaking with uncontrollable sobs. "Can I apologize to you? I promise to re-teach ‘my thing’ myself, so can you forgive me, please?"
“And what is that ‘your thing’?” You ask.
“‘The thing’ in my pants, that is…” He whispered in a voice choked with despair.