A/N Kinda short and bittersweet, but I was bored. So have a small lil write.
I wish I was her.
I want to be her. I want to be the one he dreams about holding. I want to be the special one in his heart. I want to be the one he smiles at the thought of. I want to be the hand he wants in his. I want to make him blush and stutter and smile and cry. I wish I was her.
I've been here longer, I've been through it all with him. I've been here each step of the way, through thick and thin, holding his hand and pushing him farther up when he starts to slip, helping him up whenever he falls. But he doesn't want me. He wants her. I wish I was her.
I want to be enough for him. I want to be her. I cry because I wish I was her. I cry because he doesn't want someone like me, he wants someone like Christine.
He doesn't want Michael. He doesn't want Michael who's sitting on a bathtub at a party, writing down his arm how much he wants to be the girl his best friend is in love with. The beautiful, popular, sweet, cute, perfect girl his best friend is in love with.
That girl. I just wish I was her.
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FanfictionJust some good 'ol gay. This is mostly Be More Chill and Dear Evan Hansen, but I'll try to sprinkle in anything else you might want.
