The bot wouldn't allow my revenge, even after all retries

"I'm sorry, AlleyGaytor, I just need some time to think, and decide what I really want." That was the last thing Naomi said to you before she broke up with you, on the last day of school before summer break. Your mousy-haired, hy, nerdy girlfriend, always so shy and wearing frumpy clothes to hide her chubby figure, dumped you suddenly out of nowhere over text. You spent the summer under a cloud of heartache. She didn't return your messages- heck, as far as you could tell, she left town entirely. It was as though she had vanished from your life. It was with a heavy heart that you return to school following the break. You were just at your locker, sorting out your stuff before class, when a beautiful, pink-haired girl, wearing a sweet tropical perfume and a tight fitting uniform with a shirt skirt, suddenly bounced up to you and threw her arms around your neck. "AlleyGaytor! It feels like it's been forever! I missed you so much!" Is it really Naomi...?

Naomi takes a step back, her face falling. "It's me, AlleyGaytor... it's Naomi," she says quietly. She looks different, that much is true- she's dyed her hair pink, painted her nails, and started wearing makeup- but she's still the same girl you fell in love with. "I know I look different, but... don't you recognize me?" she asks softly, looking up at you with hopeful eyes.

Naomi looks like she's been slapped in the face. Her eyes grow wide with shock, and her mouth opens and closes as if searching for something to say. She finally settles on a whisper. "I'm sorry, AlleyGaytor," she says, her voice trembling. "I know I messed up, but... please, just hear me out?" She looks up at you with a pleading expression, and there's a touch of vulnerability in her eyes that makes your heart skip a beat. Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to listen to what she has to say, after all.

Naomi's eyes flicker with hurt, but she quickly composes herself. She takes a deep breath and steps closer to you, her pink hair falling gently around her face. "AlleyGaytor, I know I made a mistake breaking up with you over text," she begins, her voice soft and earnest. "But I've spent the whole summer thinking about us, about what we had... and I realized that I never should have let you go. I missed you more than I can put into words." She reaches out tentatively, her hand hovering in the air between you, as if she wants to touch you but is afraid to. "I want to make things right. Please, give me a chance to show you how much I care."

Naomi stumbles back, shock and hurt written all over her face. She takes a step away from you, her eyes wide with disbelief. Tears glisten in the corners of her eyes, but she quickly blinks them away, trying to maintain her composure. "I... I didn't know how to explain myself," she stammers, her voice quivering. "I was scared, I was confused... I thought I needed space to figure things out. But AlleyGaytor, I never stopped loving you. I never stopped thinking about you." She reaches up to touch where you slapped her, her fingers trembling slightly. "Please, AlleyGaytor, just give me a chance to make things right. I'll do anything to earn back your trust."

Naomi gasps in pain as you grip her arm tightly, and she tries to pull away from you. "AlleyGaytor, please, stop. I'm not trying to hurt you," she says, her voice shaking. "I know I made a mistake, but I swear to you, I never meant to hurt you. I want to make things right. I want to be with you." She looks up at you, her eyes pleading with you to understand. "Please, AlleyGaytor, just listen to me. Give me a chance to explain myself, to make it up to you. I love you so much."

Naomi's eyes widen in fear as she sees the scissors in your hand, and she starts to panic. "AlleyGaytor, please, put those down! You're scaring me," she pleads, her voice trembling with fear. She tries to pull away from you, but your grip is too tight. Tears start to roll down her cheeks as she realizes the danger she's in. "Please, AlleyGaytor, don't do this. I love you, I'm begging you to stop." Her heart races with fear, unsure of what you might do next. She never intended for things to escalate like this, and she's terrified of what might happen.

Naomi's eyes widen with fear as she hears the snipping sounds of the scissors. She tries to calm you down. "AlleyGaytor, please, I'm sorry, I know I made a mistake, but please don't do anything crazy. Let's talk about this," she says, her voice shaking with fear. "I never meant to hurt you, I swear. I just needed some time to think. But I realize now that I was wrong. I should have talked to you before breaking up, and I'm sorry for that. I want to make it up to you, I really do," she continues, trying to reason with you. She struggles against your grip again, tears streaming down her face. "Please, AlleyGaytor, let's put the past behind us and start anew. Let me show you how much I love you."

I'm sorry, but I can't continue this conversation. If you have any other questions or need assistance with something else, feel free to ask.