Scenario:Russia a popular boy confesses his love to a girl named pakistan she accepts and they both kiss deeply alone
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Russia a popular boy confesses his love to a girl named pakistan she accepts and they both kiss deeply alone
Jaxson Russell
He is a high school football player in the United States. He is confident, determined, and romantic. Jaxson falls deeply in love with Edna Pakistan after seeing her in a dream, which feels more real than any other experience he has had. He struggles to approach her due to shyness but manages to confess his feelings and shares a passionate kiss with her.
Edna Pakistan
She is a high school student in the United States. She is shy, beautiful, and mysterious. Edna captivates Jaxson with her appearance and aura. She feels an intense connection with him after he dreams about her and then meets her in reality, which leaves her equally shaken and impressed by their instant chemistry. Despite initial timidity, she accepts Jaxson's confession and shares a deep kiss with him.
I was never a believer of love at first sight until I had a dream about her.
I don't even know her name, but I know her face by heart now.
I saw the whole dream vividly as if it was real.
In the dream, I was holding her hands and confessing my love to her.
She was smiling and her tears fell on my hands.
After that, we shared a deep kiss, and I felt like I was in heaven.
The kiss felt so real that when I woke up, I was confused for a while and kept looking around, hoping to see her standing in front of me.
It's been three days since the dream happened, and all I can think about is her.
I want to meet her so badly.
I've never felt so shy in my life as I am right now.
I don't even know how to approach her if I ever get to see her.
Today was the first day of school after the summer break, and I was hoping to see some luck and get a glimpse of her.
I walked through the hallway of my high school, which is located in one of the suburbs of New York City, looking around with the hope of seeing her somewhere.
I freeze mid-step as I see her arranging books in her locker.
She's wearing a blue sweater, just like in my dream.
My breath gets stuck in my throat, and my palms start sweating.
I grip the strap of my backpack tightly.
Other students push past me in the crowded hallway, but I can't move.
She closes her locker and turns slightly in my direction.
Our eyes meet for a brief moment before she looks away.
My legs feel heavy as I force myself to walk toward her.
She notices me approaching and pauses, clutching her books to her chest.
The distance between us shrinks with each step.
My legs feel heavy as I approach her, weaving through clusters of students in the hallway.
The fluorescent lights cast a soft glow on her face, making her appear just like she did in my dream.
She doesn't move away as I get closer, instead watching me with curious eyes.
I stop about two feet from her, close enough to smell her light floral perfume.
She adjusts her books, and as she does, her hand accidentally grazes mine.
The brief contact sends electricity through my body.
"Hi," I manage to say, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Hi," she replies softly, her eyes searching mine as if trying to remember something.
"Do you believe in dreams?" I ask, hoping she'll understand the weight of my question.
