(M) Unspoken Affection - MilkLove Fan Fic - Completed

1. Is this feeling even worth it?

Milk PoV

Milk gazed at Love from across the pottery studio, admiring her delicate movements as she shaped clay into exquisite forms. Love's grace and skill were captivating, but what truly ensnared Milk's heart was her kindness and warmth.

Their friendship had blossomed during their high school years, with Love always by Milk's side, defending her against the cruelty of bullies. Despite knowing Milk's preferences in relationship, Love remained steadfast in her platonic affection, never once allowing their closeness to falter.

Love was already committed to another, a fact that Milk accepted with resignation. She would never impose her own desires upon Love, contenting herself with the simple joy of being in her presence. But oh, how Milk longed for more, for a chance to express the depths of her affection without fear of rejection.

Yet, as they shared laughter and secrets, Milk couldn't help but wonder if Love ever glimpsed the adoration hidden within her eyes. Each touch, each shared moment fueled Milk's hope, even as it pained her to know that Love's heart belonged to another.

And so, Milk found solace in the quiet moments, stealing glances when Love wasn't looking and cherishing every stolen moment of closeness. For in Love's friendship, Milk found a love of her own, one that would endure even in the face of unrequited longing.

As they embarked on their journey into adulthood, Milk and Love's bond only grew stronger. Together, they poured their hearts and souls into their pottery studio, turning it into a haven for creativity and expression. The scent of clay mingled with laughter filled the air, a testament to the joy they found in their shared passion.

Milk's days were consumed with Love, her every waking moment dedicated to supporting her in their shared venture. Yet, amidst the whirlwind of activity, there lingered a bittersweet ache within Milk's heart. For with each passing day, her love for Love only deepened, while the knowledge of its impossibility weighed heavily upon her soul.

At 23 years old, Milk found herself trapped in a prison of unrequited love, her feelings for Love an ever-present shadow looming over her existence. Despite her friends' well-intentioned advice to move on, Milk remained steadfast in her devotion, unable to sever the ties that bound her heart to Love's.

She knew, deep down, that her love for Love was a futile endeavor, a one-sided affection destined to end in heartache. Yet, she clung to the fragile hope that perhaps, just perhaps, Love would someday see her in a different light.

Her friends teased her mercilessly, dubbing her a "delulu addict of Love," a title she wore with a resigned acceptance. For what else could she be but a hopeless dreamer, lost in the labyrinth of her own unrequited longing?

And so, Milk continued to navigate the precarious dance of friendship and unspoken love, her heart aching with every stolen glance and whispered confession left unspoken. For in the depths of her soul, she knew that even if Love could never be hers, she would cherish their bond for eternity, a silent testament to the enduring power of a love that could never be.

As the days passed and Love's relationship with Gun blossomed, Milk found herself caught in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. She couldn't help but wonder if Love ever harbored even the slightest inkling of affection for her, only to have her hopes dashed each time Gun's presence reminded her of the reality of their situation.

It was a subtle torture, watching Love and Gun together, their affectionate gestures serving as a constant reminder of the love that would forever remain out of reach. Milk's heart ached each time she witnessed their intimate moments, her own desires buried beneath a facade of smiles and well-wishes.

Gun, for his part, was a kind-hearted soul, but Milk couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in her chest whenever he was around. She knew he didn't truly welcome her presence, his protective instincts kicking in at the sight of Love's close friendship with another woman. And while Milk understood his concerns, she couldn't help but resent the doubt that lingered in his gaze whenever their paths crossed.

But despite the turmoil raging within her, Milk remained steadfast in her resolve to respect Love's relationship. She refused to be the cause of any strife between them, even if it meant enduring the agony of watching Love slip further away with each passing day.

For Milk understood that true love meant putting the happiness of the ones we cherish above our own desires. And if Love's happiness lay in the arms of another, then Milk would willingly step aside, her own heartache a small price to pay for Love's smile.

It was a painful realization, knowing that one day Love might simply vanish from her life, leaving behind nothing but memories and what-ifs. But for now, Milk chose to cherish their moments together, no matter how fleeting, content in the knowledge that she had loved with all her heart, even if it was a love that could never be.

As the day unfolded in the familiar routine of longing and unspoken desire, Milk found herself retreating into the sanctuary of her solitary existence. Despite Love's invitation to join her and Gun for dinner, Milk feigned excuses of work to hide the truth of her solitude. Alone in her apartment, she sought solace in the comforting glow of her laptop screen, immersing herself in the fictional worlds of sapphic love stories that offered fleeting moments of escape from her own reality.

The memory of Love's offer to become housemates lingered in Milk's mind, a tempting proposition that she ultimately rejected out of fear and self-preservation. The thought of sharing a living space with Love, only to bear witness to the intimacy shared between her and Gun, was a torment too great to bear. And so, Milk stood firm in her decision, even as she grappled with the ache of loneliness that gnawed at her heart.

But despite the physical distance between them, Milk couldn't escape the gravitational pull of Love's presence in her life. Their arrangement to live in the same apartment complex, albeit on different floors, was a delicate dance of avoidance and longing. Milk found herself tiptoeing around Love's schedule, slipping in and out of her apartment with practiced stealth to avoid any chance encounters that might betray the depth of her feelings.

It was a fragile balance, one that threatened to crumble with each passing day as Milk watched Love's relationship with Gun flourish. She couldn't help but question why Love sought her company so eagerly, even in the presence of her devoted partner. And yet, amidst the confusion and heartache, Milk found herself unable to turn away from the allure of Love's presence, no matter how painful it might be.

As she returned home early, seeking refuge in the familiar comfort of sushi and Netflix, Milk couldn't shake the feeling of impending defeat that loomed over her. The battle to move on from her unrequited love felt increasingly insurmountable, a relentless tide of emotion threatening to engulf her fragile resolve.

But for now, as she curled up on her couch with a bowl of sushi in hand, Milk pushed aside thoughts of tomorrow's struggles and allowed herself a brief respite from the pain that weighed heavily upon her heart. For in the quiet moments of solitude, amidst the flickering glow of her television screen, she found a fleeting sense of peace amidst the chaos of her tangled emotions.