𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 { 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 | 𝟏 }

Chapter 13:Bottled up emotions

Maybe I know, somewhere

Deep in my soul

That love never lasts

And we've got to find other ways

To make it alone

But keep a straight face

-Paramore (The Only Exception)
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Kora pov

Shanks's party couldn't have come more quicker. This week seemed to have dragged on longer than my liking, which made me even more stingy than I already am as a person. It didn't help that Shanks would mainly be hanging with Valkiria than me. I didn't take it too personally though, because last time Shanks had a crush on a girl, and I got bitchy about it, Shanks was pretty made at me about it. I hate it when he's mad, especially when it's directed at me.

'So long as she isn't being shitty towards him, then I'll back off and let them be friends. Besides, I'm supposed to try and be friends with her, so that she can gain some kind of interest towards Thatch.'

Pretty much straight after school on Friday, I zoomed back home, and ran to my room. I searched through ever piece of clothing I had, so that I could look good for the party. I mean, yeah most people wanna look good for the party....but this is Shanks's party. I wanna show that I'm not that scrawny little girl, anymore.

The door knocked, "Lady Kora?" Anahera called. "COME IN!" I called, still rummaging through my closet. I heard the door open, followed by footsteps. "Are you going somewhere?" Anahera asked. "Shanks is having a party." I explained. "Already?" She asked. I hummed a yes in response, "I wanna look good for him."

Anahera sighed, "Why don't you just tell him your feelings?" She asked. I stopped, and sighed, facing my maid, "If I told him, then it'd potentially ruin our friendship. I know that he only ever sees me as his best friend, and that's all I want to be for him. I love him, but I know that I'm not right for him, I'm a bad influence...then again we've always been a bad influence on each other. It hurts but....C'est La Vie...that's life." I sigh, "I just....I dunno why I'm even bothering to look good for him. I shouldn't be trying to look good for him, but here I am, doing that."

Anahera gave me a sorrowful look, "My Lady, it's not healthy for you to keep your feelings bottled up in such a way. You need to tell him! If he's such a close friend, then he wouldn't stop being friends with you, just because you told him that you love him. If anything, your bond with him might deepen because of it. He'll know that you care about him deeply, and that you'll be the first person he'll turn to if everything is going wrong."

Anaher's words echoed in my brain, swimming through the wiggles of my brain. I wasn't afraid to admit the fact that she was right. Right about everything.

"But....the wedding..." I murmured, looking down at the ground. Anahera smiled, "But Thatch said that he only wants to be friends, didn't he? I'm sure Shanks might know this as well since you tell him everything. When the marriage breaks off after two years...that's when you can be with him long term. You could probably still date him while you're married to Thatch." Anahera points out.

'I've never really told anyone that I've liked them before. How do I even go about this whole thing?'

I looked at the time, "Fuck." I growled, "I'm gonna be late!" I hissed. I blindly grabbed a white sleeveless crop top with grey stripes, blue denim shorts, maroon doc martens and an olive coloured bomber jacket with gold zips. I pretty much sprinted to my car, phone in hand, and went drove off to Shank's party.