"Between friends, unspoken feelings can feel like a fragile thread pulled taut; one denies its existence while the other hides behind its delicate weave, both yearning for the courage to unravel what lies beneath."
Ian and Julian, long-time best fri...
"But you see, I refuse to have a small role in your story when you're the main character in mine. "
~Ian ★
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The night in the cellar was like this unhinged, magical trip to Ibiza, where everything seemed surreal. Have you ever had that weird moment where reality just glitches out and you're left in a fog? It's like everything's gone grayscale and you're stuck in some surreal movie. It's a feeling that's hard to put into words, let alone understand. Imagine the rush of emotions when something completely unexpected happens in a cyclone manner.
I'm not exaggerating or overthinking, although even if I were, it wouldn't change a darn thing. Have you ever seen a tortoise suddenly zoom ahead in a race? It's like witnessing a miracle—something beyond comprehension.It's a mystery, the profoundness of such occurrences.
There are some memories that are held against their wishes.
I still remember it quite vividly. The remarkable details of the night. Julian and I woke up in a room surrounded by rows of barrels and bottles of wine, nestled deep in the heart of his family cellar. It was a moment suspended in time.
As I said before, the night of the party had started innocently enough, with the mansion gradually filling to capacity as people arrived in droves.
I saw some familiar faces among the crowd! Bodies swerving and heads bobbing to the sound of the music. Most of the people were people I recognized from school or the neighborhood, but there were also plenty of strangers milling about.
I stood watching as everything unfolded, drinks being gulped from one end to the other. Couples and people are just dancing around. The games at the tables that was playing around. Initially, I didn't want this party to be this big, but Julian said there was no way the party had to be small for Unity, and it made me wonder if he had been the one dating her. So after days of us debating the size and scale of the party, I let him do what he wanted.
I made my way over to where the DJ was stationed, hoping to catch a better view of Unity from there. I stood by the booth, watching her dance with her friends with a sense of admiration, when suddenly a voice broke through my reverie.
"Hey there, dreamer," Rory chirped, nudging me playfully with her elbow. "Creepy much!"
"Just admiring the view," I replied sheepishly, nodding in Unity's direction. "She's something else, isn't she?"
Rory followed my gaze, her lips curling into a knowing smile. She sighed dramatically. "Well, if you're going to pine after her all night, you might as well do it with a drink in one hand."
