I don't particularly like this one but I can publish one more (so 3) if you want
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Tate and Y/N had been inseparable since they could remember. Best friends from the first day of high school, they'd shared everything—secrets, dreams, fears, and even heartbreaks. But there was one thing that had always lingered, unspoken, between them—a deep, unacknowledged tension that neither of them dared to confront.
Tate had always been the creative one, pouring her heart into her music. She'd spent countless nights scribbling lyrics in her notebook, strumming her guitar until the early hours of the morning. Y/N had been her biggest supporter, the first to hear any new song or idea. So, when Tate called her over one evening after school, saying she had something special to share, Y/N didn't hesitate.
They met in Tate's room, a familiar sanctuary filled with posters of her favorite artists, a collection of vinyl records, and the ever-present guitar leaning against the bed. Tate was already sitting on the edge of her bed, her guitar in her lap, nervously plucking at the strings.
"Hey, you," Y/N greeted with a smile, plopping down next to her. "What's this special thing you couldn't wait to show me?"
Tate looked up, her eyes betraying a hint of anxiety. "I wrote a new song," she said, her voice soft. "It's... it's a bit different from what I usually write."
Y/N noticed the hesitation in her friend's voice and reached out to squeeze Tate's hand reassuringly. "I'm sure it's amazing, as always."
Tate nodded, taking a deep breath before positioning her fingers on the guitar strings. She began to play, her voice gentle and raw as she sang the first few lines:
"One day, maybe she'll stay
And start to head over his way
And one day, she'll look into his eyes
And instead of breaking, she'll call him, 'Mine'"
Y/N listened intently, her heart pounding a little faster with each word. There was something about the lyrics, the emotion in Tate's voice, that struck a chord deep within her. As the song continued, Y/N's mind raced back to the guy she'd been trying to get with—the one she'd dated briefly, hoping it would distract her from the confusing feelings she had for her best friend.
But as Tate sang the chorus, Y/N couldn't ignore the meaning behind the words:
"One day, he'll grab her by the waist
And force them to meet face to face
One day, he'll look into her eyes
And say that, 'You're my only light'"
When the song ended, the room was thick with silence. Tate looked up nervously, her fingers still resting on the guitar strings. "What do you think?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Y/N swallowed hard, trying to find the right words. "It's... it's beautiful, Tate. But... was that... about me?"
Tate's eyes widened slightly, caught off guard by the question. She glanced away, her cheeks flushing with color. "I... I guess it kind of was," she admitted. "I didn't mean to make it obvious, but... yeah. It's about you and... him."
Y/N felt her heart twist at the admission. "Tate," she began, her voice shaky. "The only reason I was trying to be with him was because I was trying to forget about you. I've been in love with you for so long, and I thought that maybe if I was with someone else, these feelings would go away. But they didn't. They just got stronger."
Tate's eyes snapped back to Y/N, filled with surprise and something else—hope. "You... you're in love with me?"
Y/N nodded, a tear slipping down her cheek. "Yes, Tate. I've been trying to brush it off, trying to pretend it wasn't there, but it's the truth. I love you."
For a moment, neither of them spoke. Then Tate set her guitar aside and pulled Y/N into a tight embrace, her heart racing in her chest. "I love you too," Tate whispered into her ear. "I've been so scared to say anything because I didn't want to lose you."
Y/N pulled back just enough to look into Tate's eyes. "You could never lose me," she said softly before leaning in and pressing her lips to Tate's in a kiss that was tender and full of all the emotions they had kept hidden for so long.
When they finally pulled apart, both were breathless but smiling. Tate rested her forehead against Y/N's, their hands still entwined. "I can't believe this is real," she whispered.
"It is," Y/N assured her. "And I think you should share that song with the world. It's too beautiful to keep to yourself."
Tate hesitated, biting her lip. "I don't know... it's so personal."
"That's what makes it perfect," Y/N insisted. "People will connect with it because it's real. You've always been amazing at telling stories with your music. Now you can tell ours."
Tate looked into Y/N's eyes, seeing the sincerity there. She nodded slowly. "Okay. I'll do it. But only if you promise to be by my side when I do."
"Always," Y/N replied, kissing her again.
And so, that night, Tate McRae made the decision to share her most personal song with the world, knowing that she had Y/N by her side, not just as her best friend, but as the love of her life.
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