UNREQUITED LOVE | Isagi Y.

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It's been exactly 5 months since the last time I saw him.

Five long months since the last time I texted him, and he left me on "seen." Five months since I had the courage to finally tell him how I felt, only to have him turn me down and tell me he liked my best friend instead.

I still remember the pit in my stomach when those words left his mouth. That horrible feeling of rejection that lingered long after the conversation ended. The sting of hearing someone I had admired since kindergarten, the first person I ever had feelings for, say that he wasn't interested in me, that he saw me as nothing more than a friend.

That moment had shattered me, and even though so much time had passed, it still felt like it happened yesterday. I had always liked him, always carried that little secret crush, and when I finally got the courage to confess, I was met with nothing but unrequited love. It felt like the universe had conspired against me. I could still see his face when he told me he liked someone else. I could hear the words echoing in my mind.

And yet, I couldn't seem to move on.

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Ringringring

The sudden sound of the phone broke me out of my thoughts. I glanced down at the screen, not recognizing the number, but the name that appeared made my heart skip a beat.

"Hi, Miss Isagi. How have you been?" I asked, my voice sounding a little more confused than I had meant.

'It's been months since we talked... why would she be calling me now? Did something happen to—?'

"Hi, dear! It's been a while, hasn't it? I'm so sorry for not calling sooner. Work has just been crazy. I've been meaning to reach out. I hope everything is okay with you."

Her voice was warm and full of regret, like she felt bad for not keeping in touch. It made me feel a little better, but still, it didn't erase the sting of everything that had happened before.

'I would rather have Isagi himself apologize to me,' I thought bitterly, my heart still sore at the thought of him. He hadn't reached out to me at all after everything. No apology, no explanation. Just silence.

"Y/n, are you still there?" she asked, her voice breaking through my thoughts.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Miss Isagi. I just... I've been a bit distracted. But I'm here." I quickly tried to shake off the feeling of melancholy that had clouded my mind.

"That's totally okay. I just wanted to ask you something. My husband and I have three tickets to this Blue Lock game next week. Our son is playing, and they're going up against U-20. Would you like to come with us?"

I stared at the phone in disbelief.

"YES!" I practically screamed, but immediately regretted the loud, overenthusiastic response. 'Oopss,' I thought, feeling a wave of embarrassment flood my cheeks.

"I mean... yes, I would love to go with you," I corrected myself, trying to sound calmer, though my voice still wavered slightly.

"That's great! We'll see you next week then," she replied, her voice full of excitement.

I hung up quickly, my mind racing.

'This is my chance. I'm finally going to see him again,' I thought, the butterflies in my stomach suddenly returning. I didn't know if I was excited, nervous, or terrified—probably all three at once. But I couldn't back out now.

But then another thought crept in.

'What if I look desperate? What if he thinks I'm just clinging to the past?' The insecurities returned, gnawing at me like they always did whenever I thought about him.

I stood up and walked towards the mirror, looking at myself. My reflection seemed different—distant, like I wasn't the person I used to be. The rejection had changed me, and not for the better. I could see it in my eyes, the way I didn't smile as much anymore, how my face seemed less bright.

'Why did I let myself go like this?' I wondered.

'The rejection totally ruined me... I look so disgusting,' I thought, my mind spinning with negative self-talk. I wanted to cry, but I couldn't. I wasn't that weak.

"Enough," I muttered under my breath. I slapped my cheeks a few times, the sting pulling me out of my spiral of self-doubt. "I'm not going to let some stupid boy ruin me. PERIODDD."

"Y/n, shut up, would you?" came a voice from behind me.

I turned to find my little brother standing in the doorway, rolling his eyes at me. He had probably overheard my outburst. Great.

"Get out or I'll tell Mom about your horrible grades," I threatened with a smirk, trying to recover my dignity.

He blinked, his eyes widening in panic. "You wouldn't!"

I raised an eyebrow. "Try me."

With that, he dashed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. I couldn't help but smile a little at the sound of his hurried footsteps. At least I had one thing in my life that wasn't so complicated.

I sighed and looked back at my reflection.

Maybe it wasn't all bad. Maybe this was a chance for closure—or maybe just a chance to move on. Whatever it was, I couldn't let the past keep me in chains. The game was coming, and so was the opportunity to see him again. I wasn't going to let myself be weak, not anymore.

No matter how much my heart still hurt, I had to remember that I was stronger than that.

"Alright, let's do this," I whispered to myself, stepping away from the mirror, ready to face whatever came next.

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Guys pls don't be mad about the short chapter 😔 I'm just getting started😪

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