"𝐁𝐮𝐭, 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮."
✧・゚: *✧・゚:*
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Sofia Stark is just an average nineteen year old, still living with her parents trying to figure out her future. She's always dreamed to be a photographer, i...
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Sofia smiles at me.
"You can tell me, Sof. It's me."
"I think I am."
I smile at her, this is all I've ever wanted for her. I've always wanted her to be happy and find someone she truly loves.
"And what about him? Does he feel the same?" I question her.
"I don't know, he's very hot and cold with me."
"I saw the way he looks at you, there's definitely something going on."
Just then, there's a knock at the door.
"Come in." Sofia says.
It's Bill, he's holding a blanket and a pillow.
"I made the bed for you, Hailey. Here's an extra blanket and pillow if you need it. I'm heading to bed now as are the others, see you both in the morning." He smiles, putting the pillow and blanket on the bed.
I smile and nod, as she shuts the door behind him.
"Well, I'm gonna go to sleep. Goodnight Sofia." I say, sliding out the room, smiling at her.
God, I feel stupid. Why can't I just tell her? She's only ever been nice to me and all I've done is throw it all back into her face. I know I feel something for her, but I just can't admit it. I don't know how to use my love properly.