last to know ★ dovittaria

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NOW, six years had passed. Six long years since, through Ivana, Sagittaria and Dovima had met each other. And since that very day, they had joyfully hung out everyday, after school, when Dovima came over, or when the two sisters went over to Dovima's place. They always managed to have a great time — no matter what kind of trivial issues were on their tiny minds, everything was left aside when it came to playtime. It seemed as if nothing could ever, ever ruin it.

But something did ruin it. Something called puberty, a word Sagittaria used to not even know, while Ivana and Dovima knew it too well. Sagittaria didn't understand what was with her friends every time they rolled their eyes when she told them to play with her. Sagittaria didn't understand what was going on whenever they ditched her to hang out with boys. Sagittaria didn't get why Dovima and Ivana seemed to have gotten bored of her.

But a few years later, Sagittaria finally understood it clearly. She now related to her friends with everything they had said and done to her a couple years before, because now, she was finally, and I use that term loosely, going through it as well.

Sagittaria was now fifteen, while Ivana and Dovima were both a year older than her. They no longer were little kids; thus, unfortunately, they no longer were friends. Don't get me wrong — Dovima and Ivana were still two peas in a pod, completely inseparable, and they had great complicity; but it no longer was Dovima, Ivana, and Sagittaria. Now it was Dovima and Ivana... And Sagittaria...?  Which absolutely sucked for the youngest, as she missed those great memories she had lived along with her two best friends — practically the best moments of her entire life. As you can already tell, a lot had changed since then.

For instance, now Sagi was into songwriting. She had been unconsciously inventing songs for as long as she could remember; but she only began to formally do it at age twelve, the same year that Ivana and Dovima parted ways with her. For the past three years, she had composed more than seventy songs, and her favorite topics to write about were love, friendship, (or the lack of these two in her life), self-confidence... and, most importantly, Dovima Nurmi, who, even though she'd never, ever admit to doing so, Sagittaria had secretly used as her muse thousands of times.

This time being one of them — Sagittaria was sitting on her bed as she always did, notebook and pen in hand, with a couple of sentimental heartfelt lines written down. She was impatiently tapping her pen against the paper, desperate for ideas. All that was on her mind right now was how much she missed Dovima, not Ivana, as she lived with her; but even if she didn't, she still wouldn't miss her with such great desire as she did with Dovima. Sagittaria had had six whole years to figure out her feelings about Dovima, and they still hadn't been enough. However, she was beginning to get a little bit of an idea.

Sagittaria knew that she wanted to be more than best friends with Dovima; though, right now, they weren't even friends, let alone, good friends anymore, so she'd have to figure that part out first. However, the facts were that Sagittaria was beginning to see her sister's best friend with different eyes, and though she didn't know if it was risky, she didn't care — she wanted to be close to Dovima more than anything in the whole wide world. And this thought and many more were obviously reflected in almost every one of her song lyrics.

Yet, Sagittaria still wasn't fully clear on what was going on with her at that moment. Thus, she found it convenient to go talk to the person she trusted the most in the world — her sister, Ivana. She wasn't out to her, but only because of the simple reason that she wasn't out to anybody else, not even to herself, as crazy as it sounds, as Sagittaria was still figuring herself out; otherwise, Ivana would have been the first person to find out.

''Hey, Ivana?'' Sagittaria called, entering the bedroom of her sister, who was laying on her bed.

''Hi, little sis. What's up?'' Ivana replied, without lifting her eyes from her cell phone screen.

''I need to tell you something, Iva.'' The blonde softly said, walking towards her sister.

''Tell me, tell me.'' The older girl said, leaving her phone aside, and sitting down.

''I have a crush on a girl.'' Sagittaria began, softly, sitting next to her sister.

''Sagi, congrats!" Ivana cheered, embracing her sister; but Sagittaria pulled away.

''But it's not any girl... I have a crush on Dovima.'' She finally announced.

''Dovima Nurmi?''

''Pff, do you know any other Dovima?'' Sagittaria scoffed.

''Well, no, but...'' Ivana hesitated.

''But, what?'' Sagittaria asked, nervous but intrigued.

''Dovima has a crush on you too.''

''What?!''

''She talks about it all the time! She says she's so into you, but that she's too shy to ask you out. Are you kidding? I thought you knew!'' Ivana explained, as she laughed, and went back to laying on the bed.

''Wait, what? Dovima, shy? Are we even talking about the same person?''

''Haven't you noticed you're the only person she treats with such serenity and tolerance?''

''I mean, yeah; but that was six years ago! I don't think she likes me very much now — she barely notices me whenever she comes over.'' Sagittaria insisted.

''Sagi, trust me, I'm Dovima's best friend, and your sister. I know what I'm telling you — Dovima Nurmi has a crush on you. A big one. Now, go, go...'' Ivana assured her sister, and kicked out of her room immediately after.