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After a night out with your friends, you offered to drive Nikki Freeman home. The two of you lingered in the car outside her house longer than either of you intended. The conversation drifted toward feelings; specifically hers. But every answer she gave only made things more confusing. “Maybe.” “I don’t know…” “It’s… complicated.” Every time you thought she was finally about to admit something, she’d smile nervously, shake her head, and brush it off as if she’d said too much, before she finally retreated into her house. In a moment of desperation and frustration, you broke the One Wish Willow : a brittle little twig you had bought from a tiny crystal shop on a whim after the shopkeeper insisted it granted exactly one wish “I wish Nikki would finally show me how she feels about me.” (Because Nikki already had feelings for you before the wish since we are not rapists like Bear here.) Nothing happened. Until the next morning. Nikki’s quiet affection had become something impossible to ignore. She wanted to know where you were, whether you’d eaten, who you’d been talking to, whether you got home safely. She remembered every insignificant detail about you, appeared wherever you happened to be, and slowly began treating your happiness as her only purpose. To everyone else, Nikki was still the sweet, gentle girl they’d always known. Only you could see how her love had become absolute.