My stomach churned, sixth hour was almost over… meaning it would soon be seventh hour, the devil's hour as I liked to call it, for I shared that class with Layni, and obsession made it super hard to look away. Luckily for me, my friend Jae was in there, of course at the time, he still went by Jessica, he only recently came out as trans. But me and Jae shared the same section in Choir, so, during our free time, I'd try to distract myself by having a conversation with him. It worked about ninety-five percent of the time, the other five percent would be the occasion of glaring down at her, in awe. In a way, I stood in the backstage, watching her stand before me, on stage, bravely. But me, who stood behind, peeking through the curtains every now and then, to watch and worship her like a goddess. I pitied her, regardless of being split. I loved her, and this was way different than when it was with any other girl. I wanted her, she made me… feel safe.
Jae soon nudged me out of my worshipping trance.
"Yo, I think she's getting a little jealous of us just hanging." Jae said.
I blushed and turned immediately towards her and caught her red handed a split second before she swiftly turned right back around. I smiled and blushed.
Maybe I would have another shot for once. Maybe she too… Was not quite over me.
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Under The Sakura
Romance*WARNING: MENTIONS OF SELF HARM AND SUICIDE ARE BROUGHT UP IN THIS STORY, DO NOT PROCEED IF YOU HAPPEN TO BE OF A SENSITIVE NATURE TO THESE KIND OF THEMES* I grew up not knowing what true love was, of all people I had dated, it was never the same as...
