The Two Best Friends Who Grew Up (Fem! Hange x fem! reader)

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                                                            𝘏𝘈𝘕𝘎𝘌'𝘚 𝘗𝘖𝘝                                                                      

  When I was small, my mom used to read me stories about princes and princesses, about how they fell in love, got married, and lived happily ever after. Even at the age of six, I thought it was bullshit and that, that type of love only happens in fairytales. I lived by that for two years. That was until she moved in next door. I saw the moving truck and didn't think much of it. People moved in all the time. Then my mom made me go and say hi. I, obviously, tried everything in my power to stay at home but my mom made me. When my mom knocked on her front door and told me to be nice and smile, I wanted to go home. But then her mom opened the door. She was beautiful. As I was staring at her mom, I didn't notice the small girl standing behind her. She was truly beautiful. Her eyes, her hair,  her skin. As she looked me into the eyes and smiled, I felt this weird feeling.  At the time, I didn't know what it was, but it felt nice. 

So from that point on, I became Y/n's L/n's best friend. I would do anything for her to be happy. It was honestly hard for me to imagine a life without Y/n. Like how do you breathe without air? How do you live without life? 

When I turned 16, I had a crush on this girl and I told Y/n about her. As much as Y/n tried to deny it, I knew she was jealous. We went to a party and played 7 minutes in heaven. Luckily for me, but unfortunately for Y/n, I got her. The pure hatred Y/n felt against her was something words can't express. The pure joy in Y/n's eyes, when I told her that she is moving away to Canada with her father. 

Whenever I would try to ask Y/n about it and try to get her to confess to me, I always got the same answer 

''Eww no, you're like a sister to me, Hange'' 

But I saw how she looked at me when she thought I didn't see. How whenever we had a sleepover, she would snuggle into my chest. How she always got jealous when I had a crush on someone. 

When I was 17, I understood that I'm gay not bi like I always said. When I told my father that, he sent me away to a Christian camp. I was away for 6 months. I was nervous to come back. I thought that maybe she would have a new best friend, or worse, a partner. Even though my father didn't approve of my sexuality, my mom did. I was nervous to meet her and come home in general. My father was really disappointed and often would hit me. Because of his reaction, I was scared to tell her. 

When I had placed my backpack down in my room, I heard the doorbell go off. I heard my mom say 

''Hell- oh hi, Y/n, what did y-'' 

Then I heard fast footsteps coming up to my room. And then the door opened and she walked in. She looked as amazing as always and I have to say, I definitely blushed when I saw her. I smiled at her and she ran to me and put her hands around me, taking me into a big hug. I held her closer than I've ever held her before. 

''I missed you so much'' Y/n said sniffling a little 

''I missed you more'' I said back to her 

We stayed there for a couple of seconds. In silence, enjoying each other's company. It felt right. That was one of the rare moments I wanted to kiss her and confess to her. 

But just like always, I didn't 

At the age of 18, we graduated. We were so happy. After graduation, she came over and told me that she was going away to college. The news broke me, but we promised each other that we would call and text. And so she moved, leaving me alone. I left our home city as well and went to my chosen college.

At first, we texted and called all the time. After a half of a year, we still called and texted but we both were busy. After a year, we only texted and sent a message like once every month. After yet another year, we text each other to wish a ''happy birthday'' or  ''happy holidays''. And the next year, we didn't text at all. 

Then I and Y/n both graduated. And I only knew it because of the Instagram photos. It was May and we hadn't texted for about a year and a half.