Sophie's feelings towards her best friend, Gabriel, she protects like it's her dearest treasure, in fear of someone finding them. In fear of him finding out. So she grabs her pen and writes her loveletters which he will never receive.
Dear Gabe I haven't written in a while. School is absolutely horrible. Being there really drains me for energy, and I don't think it's because of the work; I think it's because of the people. I won't say I get bullied or anything, but I do get comments yelled at me in the hallway or when I enter the classroom, things like "loser", "loner", or "hey loser, how do you feel without your love by your side?" and then everyone laughs.
It hurts me quite much. I never thought people could be so evil. Especially the witches. The boys leave me alone, nonetheless.
I checked your instagram today. You had posted a slide with some pictures of you and Vicky. I probably shouldn't have looked at them; it hurts too much. But I might as well just face the pain. Face the reality. Because this is reality.
The first one was of you and her holding hands. Your fingers were intertwined. I wish Vicky's hand was mine. I'm so jealous of her; she gets to hold your big, yet soft hand all the time. I remember when that was me. But again, I have to remind myself you did it as a friend. To you I'll always just be your best friend. Maybe now I'm just an old friend to you.
The next photo was of you two posing in front of a fountain. That was the first photo I had seen her face. No wonder you fell for her. No wonder you didn't see me as something more than a friend. She's skinny, but not too skinny, she's... perfect. She has seablue eyes that were the first thing I noticed. I wonder if that was the first thing you noticed, too. She has dark blonde hair. It's straight. It looked naturally straight. Another reason why you chose her, you would always complain about how big, curly and messed up my hair was after I woke up whenever I asked you to brush it for me. You did it so gently. And it's fiery red. Seriously. Who ever falls for a redhead? And I have freckles, too. She doesn't. Her skin is flawless. She is perfect. Just like you. Maybe that's why you fit so perfect together.
The last photo was of you two kissing. She sat on your lap, and your hands were around her waist. You both had your eyes closed. It looked like she caressed your cheek gently. Oh, how jealous I am of her.
After I had stared at those photos for a while, I threw my phone away and cried an ocean into my pillow. I sobbed uncontrollably. I couldn't stop.
I wish I could be the one who made you happy the way Vicky does.
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