The Second Confession

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I stood there in front of him, frozen like a moron. I had no idea how to react. I felt like the world was crashing down right before my eyes. My knees were getting weak. The time had stopped and was my heart.

"Princess?"

The voice. Chase's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I could feel tears threatening to come out. I stared at him, not really seeing him.

"Oh my God! Why are you crying?! Did I say something wrong? Are you mad at me?!?"

I wanted to answer all his questions.

I was crying because he broke my heart. The last time I cried over him was when he dated a girl and slept with her when we were Freshmen. But I got over it because he wasn't serious with her. But Amber was a different story. He was...in love with her. I never thought I'd hear Chase Court saying that. Of all people, why her? Why did he choose my best friend? Why can't he see me? I was crying because I lost him.

He did say something wrong. I wish he could tell me that he was just kidding. But he didn't and reality crushed my heart.

Was I mad? I didn't even know what I felt. All I could feel was the pain in my heart. I wanted to get mad and beat him up. I wanted to ask him why he chose her. Was it because she was a cheerleader and pretty? I wanted to ask him why he can't see me the way he sees her. But then again, who was I to him? I was just a best friend. At the end of the day, he'd choose the girl he's in love with. I had no right to be mad at him because he was never mine.

I wanted to answer his questions.

But I had no strength.

He was hugging me tightly, whispering comforting words.

I wanted to beg him to choose me instead.

Wasn't I enough? I'd do everything for him. I'll never leave his side.

I clung on to his shirt, feeling like I was gonna lose him.

But I had to let go.

"Princess, tell me why you're crying, please."

I forced myself to pull back and smile as we stared at each other.

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