~Prologue~
It hurts when you finally wake up and that distant reality hits as the now truth. When that smile means a little more to the friend you trust with your life. That tingling frustration that burns in your tearing eyes when the puzzle is solves and the truth of how he feels for her is the reality you dreaded. The image is a broken heart. It hurts when he sits that that tiny bit closer to her than he does you. The emptiness inside you consumes your little happiness he once gave you.
He sees nothing, nothing wrong with what he edges for.
That numbness that overcomes you as you silently watch him turn his back on you for your best friend. When their hands almost touch, you could almost feel the warmth of their bodies linger as he gently smiles to himself like no one watches, that childish excitement and curiousness has created a breach between his loving self and you. As if you don't exist anymore.
Those two smiles meet and feed off each other, growing as they look kindly in one anothers eyes. That smile he once had with you. Now gone, just like you. It hurts being so close to them you could stop it, but you don't bring yourself to doing so as somehow you convince yourself and your sorrow heart it not to be true.
He sees nothing. But you see the truth and the truth hurts. The truth of how he cares for her, and how the small smile blossoms in his open heart reaching out to her willingly.
How he said he would never turn his back on you, but all the pain grows each time you look him in the eyes as lies flow from his mouth.
You were so blind, so blind before, but now its all you can see. It kills you to see he is happier with her, without you, that he never needed you. It was bait. You fell for, a lie to hide the truth.
The loyalty you thought you had, the love you still have for him, but he doesn't for you, the trust you gave him. Yet the biggest mistake was believing he loved you.
Your love blinded you, it blinded you from the lies that were right there in front of you, and his love had miss-owned you.
You trusted him
And it now hurts you dream of how you could kiss him the way your best friend now does, but you wished you never kissed him at all.
