Rinse and Repeat...Like Mouthwash! [707 X READER]

Prolouge.

"Lets..go our own ways"

Those words strike pain. Those words can be bittersweet, or just plain heartbreaking no matter the context.

Your face of disbelief justified the heartbreaking feel, coffee cup in hand getting squeezed by the curl of your fingers.

The warm atmosphere of the coffee shop suddenly didn't feel so welcoming anymore.

What did you do wrong? Why didn't Blake want to stay friends? You were best friends..

"Things after highschool went downhill fast, (name). I know we both know this. Everytime we've tried hanging out, things have always gone wrong because of last minute assignments or work. It gets harder and harder to keep up with each other. I think being friends hasn't been working. I need to focus, I need to keep going without being weighed down" she explained, and the honesty cut like a knife right through the heart.

It would've been admirable in any other situation your friend was being honest with her feelings, as it's always been hard for her, but this was a bad time.

Right now you wished she was lying. You wished she'd laugh and call you out for believing she'd ever leave you.

You waited, blankly gazing at her. She stared back at you just as serious, index finger nervously tracing the rim of her coffee cup. It was stained by her nude lipstick.

"What could've I done better? Did I make you feel this way?" You asked weakly, ready to fix whatever you did that made her feel this way. It had to be your fault. It couldn't just be that.

"(Name)..I feel like you don't really act as my friend. You don't go out of your way to hang out or anything, I'm the one to do that..I feel like you don't click as much with me anymore. Julie always does. She checks up on me and has just been a lot more encouraging whenever I felt low" she answered, comparing you to her middleschool friend.

Those two were close. But you've known Blake since elementary..though once Julie came, she'd drag you along to hang out with her.

And by that you meant 'Blake and Julie talk and laugh while you're awkwardly out of place'.

Though you never admitted it, you were always jealous of Julie.

Bold. Funny. Sweet. Direct. She got so along well with Blake, and you were even in a group chat with them. It didn't work out well as your humor couldn't ever keep up with theirs, both of them going on and on without a care of what you said.

You were never good enough after all.

"Blake, you know I'm busy. Seriously. It's college..and I know I'm plain, and not as funny as Julie, or bold because I'm scared of bothering you, but I thought you'd always be my best friend. You said we would stick together no matter what" you frowned, feeling a heavy ache in your chest.

"Things just didn't go the way we expected, and I wanted to end it here before things got bad. On good terms"

Good terms, huh? Good terms as in comparing you to her other best friend who she admitted was funnier, more motivating, and just a better friend then you were.

You knew that over the years you felt a little further apart as Blake grew bolder and wanted to do extroverted things. She wanted to express her hyper self while you were quieter.

She'd want to sneak out and go to parks late at night, walk all the way across town, the usual experience that bold kids do. You'd never agree in fear of your parents and compromised for normal experiences, which were fun, but Blake always wanted more.

She got it now, and she was finally leaving you. All the times she said she was fine with you the way you were was a lie.

Your eyebrows furrowed and you stared at her, feeling a glare take over your blank eyes. Your fingers held onto your cup even tighter, making the now cold drink spill down its sides and splatter onto your hand.