Yuriniela Stories

she doesn't remember the exact moment she fell in love. it was a culmination of little things. how she always put her hair up in a way that framed her face, how her smile made butterflies flutter in her stomach, how every time she called her face lit up. and that very fact disgusted her. she wasn't like that. yuri constantly caught herself staring at daniela. it was pathetic, really, how her head would lay in her hand, imagine holding her hand, pressing gentle kisses to her cheeks, comforting her, making her feel like the most special girl in the world. she hated how often she thought of how much better she would treat her. the thoughts nagged at the back of her mind; every time daniela would mention a disagreement between her and emmanuel, whenever she'd mention something he did to hurt her, it pained her to her very core. she wrestled with herself a lot more those days. her body, her mind, her heart all seemed to be at war with themselves. she was in love. she knew that. and she despised it. she hated the sinking feeling every time daniela was upset with her. she hated how she was at daniela's beck and call. she hated how her life revolved around a girl who didn't love her back.

For their entire life, Yuri and Dani had been best friends. Attached at the hip and inseparable since the moment they'd met. Their friendship was a beautiful juxtaposition. Daniela the kind, sometimes naive girl who was more feminine than anyone else, and Yuri, her alternative counterpart with a more serious demeanor and a knack for being alone. That was, until Daniela.