So today was my crush's last day at my school. I'll miss him, even if he didn't like me back, he was still a very good friend.
Besides, I don't need a boy to feel good about myself.
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Four weeks.
Four fucking weeks.
Finn hadn't said a single word to Millie in four weeks. She couldn't blame him though, after she dropped this huge bomb of her feelings.
She knew she shouldn't have gotten her feelings involved. Letting people know how she felt always messed things up. She just didn't think that her confessing her love to him would make him completely stop talking to her.
It hurt.
She thought that maybe he would just comfort her. She knew he wouldn't say he loved her back, but she at least thought he could tell her that he'd still be her friend.
But people can change.
Millie barely has the motivation to climb out of her bed; her restless night prior had taken a toll on her. She was used to it however, seeing as sleep didn't come easily to her since that regretful moment that happened 4 hurtful and dragged on weeks ago.
Yet she manages to lift herself out of her bed. She stumbles as she approaches the bathroom, but steadies herself carefully. She stands in front of the mirror, and barely recognizes the girl staring back.
Her face was much paler than before; empty and tear stained. Her eyes were sunken and red, blotchy from her many tears spilled. Her hair was messy, as she had began to care less and less about herself. She was tainted with fatigue.
She was scared by how much he affected her. She knew she loved him since she was young; they were best friends. It wasn't out of the ordinary to love your best friend. Especially when you have a friendship as strong as Finn and Millie have.
Had.
They still saw each other during school. It was impossible for them to avoid each other due to them having almost identical schedules. But the tension between the two, added with them sitting next to each other in virtually every class, was very thick.
The whole school was very quick to catch this. They used to admire their friendship, but now they seemed as if they were strangers. They had all been positive they would get together; their feelings were evident between the pair.
So it came as a shock to the school when the almost confirmed couple began avoiding each other like the plague.
"I thought they liked each other?" A girl frantically whispers the her blonde haired friend from behind the two ex-friends.
Millie clutches her pencil tighter, using every ounce of her will and dignity to stay silent. Finn sighs, running a hand sleepily over his face. Millie glances briefly at Finn, eyeing his features as if it was the first time seeing them.
It was hurtful how fast they went from the greatest of friends to people who barely acknowledged each other.
"Me too. I guess something happened?" The blonde haired girl whispers back to her red-headed friend. Millie turns in her seat, and glares sharply at the two.
"I thought this was algebra class, not gossiping class. Was I mistaken?" She says softly, her words cold.
She turns back, leaving the two girls flustered. She focuses her still old gaze on her algebra teacher, but her mind is elsewhere, as it seems to always be.
