50 points for a short story (Min 150 words) from this prompt: "What's the worst thing I could say? No? Goodbye? Maybe the worst thing I could say, the worst thing I could do, was go with him. I loved him, but don't all things have to end eventually? I just wish it didn't have to end like this." This is just for fun, so be creative! Brainliest will go to the most engaging story with the most words.

I clutched my purse to my chest and ran my fingers across it. I was about to meet the boy of my dreams, but I knew I couldn't just simply say yes to being with him. I'm not exactly sure what directed my thoughts towards this cr--zy mindset, but I was certain at that moment that it was the correct choice.

I open the door about to dash out, for I was about to be late to my d-te, just to bump straight into him, Alex. Pink spreads around my face as he held my face and ki--ed me on my ch--k. I gi--le and we leave the apartment door, slightly creaking alarmingly as if even it knew this would end in disaster. The wind of the winter day swirls around my ears likewise my sad thoughts as I look Alex into the eyes. We enter the warm cafe and order two hot cups of coffee. Alex and I step out of the cafe back into the harsh cold when suddenly I feel a warm feeling on the side of my hip. I glance down to see Alex's hand gently going down my hip. Then a serious face overcame his usual smirk; his blue eyes twirl round and round. Then he shifts his head a tad bit down to face me and asks in a gentle voice, "Sorry for this abrupt question that I've been meaning to ask for months now, and it may sound childish, but will you be my g--fri-nd?" Thoughts rush through my head and the feeling is like a kn--e being st-bbed through my skull. I have no clue what to say, so many things could ruin so much.

I ran out of time here :'( --> also bad grammar (Sorry)

the answer is the speaker views both as possessions that reflect his importance.