My lips were close to his, Inches, maybe millimetres away. One move from someone and they would connect. They would mold together like clay, or a puzzle piece clicking into place. One move. Who was going to make it? "I still hate you." I said staring down at his lips. "No you don't." He breathed out. And then it clicked. ~~~ #10 in friendgroup } 02.15.22 #7 in overthinking } 02.14.22

„how long do i have left?" „6 months" 6 months to live my life under one condition, don't fall in love .

𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫. 𝐎𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭,𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬?