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I wanna be your endgame
I wanna be your first string
I wanna be your A-Team
I wanna be your endgame, endgame
End Game -Taylor Swift ft.Ed Sheeran , Future
Owen sat beside her, quietly listening to Meilin as she poured her heart out. She cried as she recounted the pain, the heartbreak, and the betrayal Jackson had caused her. Her body trembled, her face streaked with tears, but what hurt Owen the most was the lost look in her eyes. He suddenly remembered the years they had spent together, when he had always convinced himself that their bond was nothing more than pure friendship. He had told himself time and time again that a friendship as precious as theirs, forged over more than ten years, wasn't worth risking for the sake of confusing emotions.
"Was I too hard on myself back then?" Owen wondered. He thought back to the moments they shared, how Meilin always seemed happier around him than anyone else, even Shelly. But it was his fear that made him push her away, making her feel abandoned. If only he hadn't distanced himself back then, would Meilin have avoided all the heartache she was enduring now? Was it his indecisiveness that had driven her into Jackson's arms, where she had been deceived?
Owen glanced at the girl beside him. By now, Meilin's eyes were red and swollen from crying, her head lowered as if she didn't want him to see the tears still falling. She sobbed, her voice shaky, though it was unclear whether her tears were for Jackson or for the overwhelming emotions inside her. Owen knew that whatever feelings she had for Jackson, the truth was that she had loved someone else for much longer—and he couldn't deny that person was him.
Meilin drifted off to sleep, exhausted from crying. Owen stayed beside her, watching her intently. Her eyes still glistened with the remnants of tears, her face flushed red from all the crying, but in her sleep, she looked peaceful. Owen sighed, feeling a heavy weight in his chest. He stood up, gently lifting her in his arms, carefully carrying her to her room. Using his foot, he nudged the door open, then softly laid her on the bed, pulling the blanket over her and wiping away the lingering tears from her cheeks.
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Standing there, looking at Meilin as she slept, Owen was overwhelmed with emotions he couldn't fully grasp.
"You've been through so much pain"he thought to himself.
He stared at her for a long moment, realizing just how beautiful she had become. A strange urge welled up inside him, and before he knew it, Owen was leaning down, his hand gently brushing against her lips. All the thoughts about friendship and fear of loss faded away. In this moment, it was just him and Meilin, and the feelings he had long buried deep within.
He kissed her lightly, a hesitant kiss, as if testing the waters, wanting to feel the closeness he had yearned for but never dared to admit. But just as his lips brushed hers, Meilin's eyes fluttered open, staring at Owen in surprise.
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"What... what the hell are you doing?" Meilin asked, her voice a mixture of shock and confusion.
She frowned, lightly pushing Owen away, her tone carrying a hint of annoyance. "Taking advantage of me while I'm asleep?"
Owen's heart raced, panic setting in. He quickly stood up, flustered. "I... I didn't mean to..." He stepped back, ready to leave. "I should go. You should get some rest."
But before Owen could reach the door, Meilin moved swiftly, blocking his path and shutting the door behind her. Now, they stood close, with no one else around, and the room seemed to shrink with the tension. Meilin looked at him, her gaze full of confusion, but also something softer. She wasn't angry anymore, but she was still unsure.
"Are you planning to run away?" Meilin asked, her voice quiet but filled with an unspoken challenge.
Owen swallowed hard, meeting her gaze but unable to find the words. They stood face to face, the air thick with tension, but also a sense of something unspoken between them. Meilin wasn't sure what she was feeling, but one thing was clear—she didn't want Owen to leave. Not now. Not yet. The feelings she had kept hidden for so long were finally starting to surface.
Owen, still hesitant, but no longer wanting to flee, stood his ground. He looked deeply into her eyes, seeing both the hurt and the hope. He took a deep breath, determined to stop running from this.
"Meilin... about earlier..." Owen began, his voice rough with emotion. "I know I've hurt you, more than once. But now I realize... I can't keep lying to myself about how I feel. I don't want to lose you—not as a friend, and not as anything else."
Meilin's heart raced as she looked at Owen, feeling her emotions swell inside her. She didn't know what would happen next, but she knew their relationship had just reached a turning point.
And this time, she wasn't going to let herself be the one left behind.
