Warnings: just angst
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Millie bright's pov.
She was just so perfect, the way she smiled, the way she cried, the way she laughed, she could do no wrong in my eyes.
The way she was dancing on the dance floor in our favorite bar.
And there i sat at the bar, slowly drinking whatever the bartender had just put infront off me.
It should be her dancing in my arms right now, not this random drunken dude she just met.
Hiw did he have the courage to just straight up ask her out and i did not?, i remember her almost running back to me, she was squeeling in excitment as she showed me his number written on a tiny piece of paper.
I try to put my best and most supportive smile on, knowing that i would probably cry my eyes out the moment i got home.
Fifteen minutes later she walks back to me, i wished she had told me that he had thrown up all over her or made a sexist remark and that she regretted it and wanted to come back home with me.
but she never did, what did he jave what i did not?
The next week was awfull, she kept telling me about hiw she was going to go on a date with him this saturday.
saturday was our date night, even if it was just as friends, i did not, i could not actually believe she would pick him over me.
'It is fine, you can go,' i answer, tears welling up in my eyes, i waved her of when she questioned if i was alright.
I told her to go over to keira's to get ready for her date, whilst in fact i just could not deal with the idea thar i had to help her choosing an outfit for an date, a date that was not with me.
Finnaly being able to let the tears fall after y-n closed the door behind her.
The looks of sympathy follwing me around the next few days at camp.
of course people were going to ask questions when she walked in, neck covered in angry red and dark purple hickeys and bruices.
Y/n looked at our teammates confused as some of them started to pat me on the back, after giving them a look, they all knew what it had ment, those markings were not mine and the first date she just went on, went well.
She had always told me she did not sleep with anyone after the first date, deep inside of me, i wanted to be the first and the last person to break that vow, but it seemed like he was there first.
I remember her going to meet him again later next week, my heart broke again as i noticed that all the time she spent texting me, calling me and going on little dates with me, were now gone, all that time put into him.
Did i not treat her well enough that she had to oick him over me everytime.
I should have asked her out first, it could still have been me in that spot but then just more then friends.
I should be happy for her, the wah she smiles when she mentions him, the way her eyes light up after an training session or an match when she either sees him in the crowd or on face time.
The way she would not hesitate to pick uo his phone calland ask him if he was alright, whilst i was not even worth an small smile or an soft grin.
I missed her, even though she may not like me back, i also missed her as the friend she always was.
I missed her laugh, i missed her voice and her hugs, and the worst part was that i could not even blame her, i was the one trying to push her away so that my already broke heart could not break even further, i even wanted to take an break from social media if it ment that i could not see her being in love with him.
What did she see in him that i did not have? Him and i, we were basicly the same, both blond hair, both blue eyed, both tall, both quiet muscled.
the only diffrence was that he was well, an he, he is an man, a tear slides down my faceq as i scroll through her social media, watching as all of her posts went from me and her to him and her.
'Hey,' i croack out as i pick up her call, her breath is ragged and she had clearly diffiiculties with trying to get oxygen in her lungs.
'Y/n/n, are you alright?' I ask, starting to get concerned.
'It is nothing mills,' she whispers, 'i just needed to hear your voice.' Before i could say anything else the call ended.
It went away, all of a sudden, like she had called me all of a sudden.
'Oh god no,' i murmer as i feel my heart starting to ache again, it had not been the first time that i had started praying, i just needed something, anything to keep my faith, to keep me grounded.
With every heartbeat some kjnd of poison was spreading through my veins and she, she was the antidote, my solution to every problem.
The only problem was that she is not mine.
A knock on the door of the room i was currently staying at with the rest of the lionesses took me by suprise.
'Millie, he told me to gather everyone, he has an suprise,' alessia, one off the younger strikers on the team says.
who was he? I ask myself as i let myself being pulled to an now croweded meeting room.
'Oh millie,' rachel says with sympathy and pity, my stomach drops.
'Maybe it is beter if you stay in your room, you do not have to watch this,' i ignore rachels attempts to stop me from going further.
I gasp out loud as i see what was displayed in the middel of the room.
He was sitting, kneeled on the ground, a velvet red box in his hands as he speaks the words that should have been coming out of my mouth somewhere in what was supposed to be our future.
Y/n looks at me, tears in her eyes.
'y/n y/l/n, will you marry me?' He asks, he was looking at her, everyone was looking at her, but she was looking at me.
I wanted to take her in my arms, she looked really uncomfterball with this crowdand with all this attention on her.
He also starts to look at me, seemingly everyone was now as y/n was still staring at me.
I could not help the sob escaping my mouth, before i walk away i look her in the eyes one last time before saying.
'I guess we really were not ment to be.'
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