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I am stepping through the doors of my high school, which is filled with most memories of my teenage years. The first thing I see is Kylie and her new boyfriend.
It's just another day of my best friend flirting with her boyfriend, Travis, while I sit back and watch, completely in love with her. I've had feelings for Kylie since we were kids. I've spent the last eighteen years watching her slip through my fingers.
You'd think we were in a movie the way I used to look at her when I was a kid. I considered her to be the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. I practically made sure she knew how gorgeous she was and nonetheless still is.
Our mothers grew up together, and my mother told me how she and Kris were hopelessly in love with each other until she found out that Kris was cheating on her.
She was devastated when she discovered Kris was dating Bruce behind her back. She told me it was the most challenging thing to overcome because the insecurities, self-doubt, and thoughts were too much for her.
Something she said stuck with me the most, and it's why I've never dared to ruin any of Kylie's relationships or confess my feelings to her was She told me that she noticed Kris was happier with Bruce.
Kris did things with Bruce she never did with her, so she forgave Kris and said to herself that if Kris was truly happy with him, all she could do was stand by and watch the love of her life be with someone else.
And... seeing the other half of my heart with a boy who thinks he's better than everyone else, I won't stand in her way as long as she's happy.
I grab the strap of my bookbag more firmly and inhale deeply, quickly moving to the other side of the hallways to avoid the two.
"Y/N/N!" Kylie squealed. I duck my head to avoid her as I walk to my locker. Kylie jogged up to me with a big smile, wiggling her brows, while I stared blankly at her.
It hurts that I've kept my feelings hidden for so long, only for them to grow deeper with time. I've drained myself mentally and physically to the point of emotionlessness.
"You're mad at me?" Kylie starts to pout, hoping for me to crack like I always do, but Travis cuts her off. I rolled my eyes. Typical.
"Hey, babe, I was wondering if you wanted to come to Aj's party later on tonight?" Kylie was never a party girl before meeting Travis.
She used to be like me; I like staying at home and reading, cooking, or having a 'us' night. We used to have a lot of "us" nights or hang out at our favorite hang-out spot behind my house in this little treehouse my dad helped us build when we were little.
She's changed since she met Travis. We don't hang out as much anymore because Travis requires her attention or because they always go somewhere together. I'm just emotionally exhausted. I'm sick of feeling this way.
"Yeah, sure, babe," Kylie replied, giving him a peck on the lips.
"I'll pick you up around 9 o'clock." I didn't want to watch it any longer, so I went to class. It's not like she even notices I've left...as usual.
