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👹 ┃ The Unheard Confession (🥀)

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The Unheard Confession
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Settings
Restaurant | 2:25 PM

Characters
Vox Akuma
Amy as you

Status
Edited | Published

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'I never thought it would end up this way,' Vox anxiously thought.

He had spent weeks planning his confession. Considering that Amy's schedule was booked this month, he was reluctant to ask for a time to talk. Regardless, he muttered the courage to ask her to have a quick chat.

He had always been confident in nearly every aspect of his life, yet everything felt different when it came to her. She was his best friend, the one who had been there for him through thick and thin, through endless late-night talks and early-morning coffee runs. And somewhere along the way, his feelings had shifted into something deeper, something he could no longer ignore.

They met at their favorite café a quiet spot on the edge of town. The soft lighting and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee created a cozy, intimate atmosphere that was perfect for what he had planned.

Vox checked his watch, palms slightly sweaty. He'd practiced this moment in his head countless times, going over every possible scenario.

'Would she be surprised? Would she feel the same? Or would this ruin everything they had?' he thought to himself, over and over again.

He straightened up when he saw her approach, her familiar smile sending a rush of warmth through him. She slid into the chair opposite him, her cheeks rosy from the chill outside.

"Hey, Vox! Sorry if I'm a little late. Got held up at work," she said, a little out of breath but grinning.

He chuckled, waving it off. "Don't worry, you're right on time. I, uh... I wanted to talk to you about something important."

Her expression softened, her brows furrowing slightly in curiosity. "What's on your mind?"

Vox's heart raced as he took a deep breath. "I... Amy, we've been friends for a long time, and there's something I've been meaning to tell you." He swallowed, suddenly feeling the weight of the moment. "I... I think I have feelings for you. More than just as a friend."

A beat of silence passed. Her face went blank as if processing his words, and his stomach twisted.

'Had I misread things? Did I just ruin everything?' his thoughts rambled.

Then she burst into laughter.

It wasn't a nervous laugh, nor a shy one. It was genuine, pure amusement and it hit Vox like a slap. She clutched her stomach, trying to contain herself as she looked at him, wiping a tear from her eye.

"Oh, Vox, you're hilarious," she managed to say, giggling. "That's so sweet. But seriously, what did you want to talk about?"

The realization sank in, cold and cruel. She thought he was joking. All his carefully rehearsed words, his nervousness, everything... she had taken it as a prank.

Forcing a smile, Vox nodded, as if he'd meant to make her laugh all along. "Yeah, yeah, you got me. Just trying to get a laugh out of you," he lied, his voice steady despite the hollowness that spread through him.

They moved on, chatting as usual, but Vox's heart wasn't in it. He kept up the facade, pretending that nothing had changed, that he hadn't just bared his heart only to have it brushed off like a fucking joke.

After a while, Lily glanced at the time, her eyes widening. "Oh! I'm late for my meeting!" She quickly gathered her things, giving him a quick hug. "Thanks for the laughs, Vox. I really needed that today. You're the best."

And with that, she was gone, leaving Vox alone at the table, her laughter still echoing in his mind. He sat there for a while, replaying the moment over and over, wondering what he could have done differently.

'If I'd been clearer, maybe... maybe she would have understood. Or maybe I'm just fooling myself, hoping for something never meant to be...'

The days that followed were hard. Vox couldn't shake the weight of his unsaid words, the confession that had slipped through his fingers. He saw Amy often, but there was always a faint bitterness beneath his smile, an ache he couldn't quite ignore. Every laugh, every inside joke, every shared glance felt like a reminder of what he hadn't been able to say—of what she hadn't been able to hear.

One evening, as they sat by the river watching the sunset, Amy looked over at him, her face soft with concern. "Vox, are you okay? You've been a little distant lately."

He hesitated, forcing a smile. "I'm fine. Just... a lot on my mind."

She took his hand, her warmth serving as a comforting reminder of all the moments they'd shared. "You know you can tell me anything, right?"

"Yeah," he replied, squeezing her hand. "I know."

But as he looked into her eyes, he knew he couldn't. Not now, not after everything. He'd missed his chance, and the moment was gone.

'I never thought it would end up this way.'