*there is an 8 year age gap in this chapter bc i wamted to show the difference in maturity and different stages of devolopment. i'd never write a minor w a adult. slay.*
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(nessa, 20. y/n, 28... i have a theme of age gaps dont i?)
i can admit that i am in love with y/n and the way she takes care of me. i met her after coop passed, and she took care of me. she's a bit older and knows more than me. we're just friends and i feel so stupid wishing she was my girlfriend.
she was in my bed another night becuase i texted her to come over at 3 AM, and she did so because she's a sweetheart. i was having a nightmare a little while after i fell asleep.
"wake up, sweetface. c'mon, open your eyes." i heard her whisper, rubbing circles on my belly. i was trouble pulling away from what's scarring me, and when i did, i sat up, gasping for air.
"i know, i know, baby. breathe, in and out." y/n whispered, one of her hands on my back, and the other still on my belly. "i-im sorry, i-i'm sorry." i huffed, putting my hands on face and trying to control ny breathing.
she knew this took a few minutesnto do on my own, so she turned away from me for a moment, lighting a cigarette. i was calm, and seen her patiently waiting.
"you okay, sweet face?" y/n asked, pulling me on her lap. "yes, im okay." i whimpered, wrapping my arm around her and hiding my face in her neck, mostly to hide from the smoke.
"im sorry, my love." she said, putting it out. "you know i love you, right doll?" y/n asked, laying her forehead against mine "i know. i love you too."
she smiled a little, kissing me gently.
i cupped her face, but she pulled away. "im not sure this is good for you. im not a good person, ness."
"i-im so sure, i need you."
she stood up, "no, you dont need a girlfriend. you need a friend. im in love wth you, it isnt right." she said, putting on her jacket and shoes.
i began to cry. this is my nightmare.
i stood in front of the door, "no! we're friends! i don't like you! we can just be friends."
"we got too attached."
"no! no, we didn't."
she didnt say a word, just moved me out of the way, "call me tomorrow, okay? we can try this again."
