My best friend
I was in love with my best friend. The way she looked at me, the way she said good morning to me every day, the way she would pout when I ignored her. I was in love with it all. Heck, don't get me started on that idiotic contagious smile she gives me—anyone, for that matter—whenever she's happy.
She has a boyfriend. I remember the first time she introduced me to him. He was the most handsome person I had ever seen. I gave him my famous death glare and told him I would never approve of him. I walked out on them.
I was jealous. Jealous of the way she would smile at him, of the way she looked into his eyes. She would never look at me in the same way. Sure, she told me she loved me, but I knew she would never mean it the same way.
I wanted to tell her how I feel. I wanted to hug her and tell her just how deep I fell.
But, I will never tell her. Our kind of people aren't welcome in this society. I didn't want to feel the hurt, the rejection. So I kept quiet. Because people would think I'm weird. That I go against the natural rules society.
Because they would finally know that Hotaru Imai was in love with her bestfriend.
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