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Tracey Reyes's POV:

I laid down on my bed bundled up in blankets. My cheeks flushed as I began to recall the events of yesterday. Seeing Melissa's face, Kiara sensing my discomfort from seeing Melissa and taking me away from the situation, leaned towards me so close that I could feel her warm breath on my skin. 

Grabbing a pillow, I squealed into it and kicked my feet. It's been so long since my heart fluttered like this, that I almost forgotten what it was like to have a crush. 

Suddenly a feeling of dread flooded through me. "No, No, she must never know. What if she doesn't feel the same way?" 

Face first into my pillow, I groaned. Why can't love be simple? Like in the movies, books, or TV shows? 

Kiara Kim's POV:

Sitting at my dressing table, I smiled as I braided my hair into two plaits. The memory of me taking Tracey's hand flashed before my eyes. I winced and landed face-first into my pillow.

"Why did I make such a bold move? Argh, I hope I didn't make her uncomfortable or anything. That's the last thing I want." I groaned. 

Just then, the door opened and my Dad peeped his head through. "Ai Gwaenchanha? You're not coming down with something, are you? Or is it that time of the month?" He asked worriedly. 

I shook my head. "Anniyo, anniyo! I'm fine Dad, don't worry." I replied reassuringly. 

Author's Note: Anniyo means No and Ai Gwaenchanha means Are you okay Child? in Korean.

Satisfied with my answer, my Dad closed the door. I sighed in relief. "That was a close one! Argh, that's another problem. I have to come out to my parents." 

I laid my head down on my pillow and sighed once again. "Seriously, why does everything have to be so complicated?" 

Third Person Narrator:

Little did Kiara know that Tracey lay in bed thinking the exact same thing. 




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