𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐋 || 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇

16 | TWO IN A MILLION

【 SIXTEEN 】
➤ TWO IN A MILLION

❝ you deserve someone who
is terrified of losing you.❞

oOo

YOU CHATTERED ANIMATEDLY as you two walked through the park, your fingers intertwined platonically, a slight blush resting on your cheeks that you were determined to ignore. The sun was streaming, a lovely summer day, and [c/n] was beside you. Life seemed alright. 

"–and then, [f/n] told me I was the cutest person in the world," you half-squealed. [c/n] hummed disinterestedly, her eyes scanning the luscious greenery as if she wished they would unanimously catch fire. 

"She just pities you," [c/n] finally spoke. You straightened, chancing a glance at her contorted expression.

"Excuse me?" 

"You know," [c/n]'s fingers fidgeted gently in yours. "There's nobody you can trust these days, [y/n]."

"Are you trying to say that [f/n]'s lying to me?" You questioned, pulling her abruptly to a halt. [c/n] lifted her free hand to her fluffy [c/h/c] hair, running her fingers through it nervously.

"Well–" 

"You can just tell me if you don't think I'm pretty, [c/n]" You sighed, disconnecting your hands. What a fatal twist to the beautiful morning, you mused. 

"It's not that," [c/n] reasoned. "It's just–[f/n]–"

"What about her?" Your brows knitted together as you folded your arms starkly over your chest. 

"She likes you!" [c/n] exploded suddenly, taking you by surprise. "Damn, [y/n], she's loved you since we were in fifth form! And you are just so oblivious–"

"I know."

[c/n]'s head shot up at your quiet words, her eyes blazing. "What?"

"I know [f/n] likes me," You admitted, retaking her hand to lead her through the deserted path. "I always have. I just, well– I had my eye on someone else."

You peeked up at her through your lashes, wondering if she could tell that it was her who you'd dreamed of all these years, her whose body you wanted on the other side of your bed and her whose kisses you wanted to wake up to every morning. 

But you also knew [c/n] was about as dense as osmium– the way her eyes hardened as you mentioned yet another someone was proof enough. Laughing quietly to yourself, you simply fell into a comfortable silence, knowing that for now, this would have to be enough. 

For now, friendship would have to be enough. 

. . .

[C/N] HATED IT. 

She hated the way [f/n] could make you laugh with just one of her ridiculous twisted jokes. She hated the way you smiled at [f/n], your eyes lighting up as if she were the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. Most of all, she hated the way you were with [f/n], cuddly and carefree, as if [f/n] held the key that could unlock the truest version of yourself. Because [c/n] knew, that that had once been her.