I didn't realize how much I loved him until he wasn't mine to love anymore.
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Mia is a girl oblivious to love. Emotionally broken.
Lucas is a boy who is somehow always happy.
This is a short story about Mia trying to regain Lucas's heart and atte...
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I waited until the next day to tell my best friend. I needed a day to myself. Alone with my thoughts. Alone so I could allow myself to drown in them. Maybe if I were fully submerged, I could wrap my head around everything.
"I'm sorry, Mia," is her response after I tell her. I look into her deep brown eyes and see sorrow and a hint of anger towards Lucas. I didn't even launch into the story yet. I just told her the simple facts. Lucas has a girlfriend.
"It's ok," I mumble, looking down at my mangled fingernails from biting them. I pick a stray piece of skin off and flick it away. "I think."
"Are you still gonna tell him?" Her brown eyes are searching mine, waiting.
I shake my head no. "It's a bad idea."
"You'd be telling him the truth."
"I can't bring myself to drive a wedge between him and his girlfriend. I'm not going to be that bitch," I respond. I place my head in my hand and begin to jot down notes from AP Lit.
"Hey." She says softly. I look up. She places her hand in mine and squeezes softly. "I'm proud of you."
"For what?" I shoot her a look of confusion.
"For being the bigger person."
I roll my eyes, releasing her hand so I can continue to take notes. "I'm always the bigger person."
She rolls her eyes. "I didn't mean physically, Mee. It's a good quality to have."
"I know what you meant. It's exhausting to always be the bigger person. Takes so much energy out of me."
She flashes a smile. "But that's why I love you and everyone loves you."
"Lucas doesn't."
A receive a pointed look in return. "He's irrelevant. If that douche bag doesn't notice how amazing, talented, strong, and beautiful you are, then he's blind. Oh, and he's missing out."
The corners of my lips turn up. "Thanks, Danielle. I love you too."
She grins, embracing me in a hug. "You know I'll never leave you, right?"
I pull back. "You did once before."
"That was a mistake and me being an idiot. I promised that day it would never happen again. It hasn't so I'm doing good so far."
Sometimes I question how I ever lived without Danielle in my life before I met her. I was introduced to her at the start of my sophomore year; we were in a choir group together. I didn't know how to talk to her at first. She admitted later that she didn't know how to talk to me either. But once we got past the awkwardness, we became inseparable. Danielle has become the wall that I lean on when I can't hold myself upright. She was there with me through all of my sophomore year struggles, having gone through the same experiences as me. She was there after, when I didn't really know what to do. And she's still here.
