I wiped the dust on my apron as I kept baking the caking.
It was his favourite. He always asked me to make it when he came back to town.
I smiled as I thought about finally seeing him after months.
The doorbell rang as I put the cake in the oven.
"Joyce! Look who's here!", my mother yelled for me.
I rushed to take my apron off and ran to the door.
"Harry!", I exclaimed as I saw the mass of long curly hair walk into the hallway.
I jumped in his open arms and he spun me around.
I giggled like a school girl (excuse my childish behaviour when I see my best friend after eight months)
"Joyce, how are you?", Harry asked as he put me back on the ground and I hugged him.
"I'm good now that you're here. How are you?"
We chatted for hours and he had the cake I had made for him as we sat in my room. We were watching a film when I caught myself staring at him. The face that I had come to love. If only he knew. I didn't know he loved me the way I did, I couldn't tell. He never showed any emotions.
His arm was wrapped around my shoulder as I kept looking at him. I let out a sigh.
He would never feel the same way about me, I know this all too well.
But a girl can hope, right?
"Joyce, what's wrong?", he asked.
"Oh, nothing. Do you want popcorn?", I asked quickly.
He nodded and paused the film.
I got up and went to put the popcorn in the microwave.
As I walked back to my room, I tried to shake away my feelings for my best friend.
I opened the door and saw Harry on my table, reading my diary.
"What the hell!?", I yelled as I ran to snatch it away from him. I was too late, he had already read what it said.
I could see the shocked look he had written all over his face.
"Y-you've loved me for how long?", he asked.
"It's bullshit, Harry. D-don't mind this."
"No, Joyce. It isn't. Tell me, right now", he yelled at me.
I flinched, "Since w-we were twelve. At least that's when I knew."
"Ten years?", he questioned.
I kept quiet.
"I can't believe you. All this time, you lied to me. I was never a friend to you. Gosh, you're such a liar. All those people were right, you wanted me all to yourself."
I shook my head, "No. I swear, Harry. I'm not selfish. I never wanted to take you away from anyone. I never did anything to make you think this way, I swear Harry. Please, believe me."
Tears started to form in my eyes.
"I can't. I'm sorry. I can't even see your face. God, you're so pathetic. I can't ever love you that way. You're nothing, Joyce. Nothing.", he said.
I winced at his words, "Please, let me ex-"
He shook his head and left the room, slamming the door shut on his way out.
I shook visibly as a sob escaped through my mouth and tears streamed down my face.
I already knew he didn't love me but the way he said it, it hit. And it hurt, it hurt so much. I fell to my knees as I threw the diary away. I couldn't believe this actually happened. I fell for my best friend and he got to know because I was careless enough to keep my diary on show.
I sobbed continuously, as treacherous tears kept pouring down my cheeks.
My young love was shattered and so were my hopes of ever finding true love as the one I loved insulted me.
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A/N:
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