Unspoken
You think something is up. No, you know something is up. You've read through her texts and you bite your lip at what he calls her, what he tells her.
And she replies back with the same enthusiasm. What happened to be just friends? Are they hiding something from you?
You don't know what and it pisses you off. The whole experience has given you some kind of backbone, or so you think.
He does come to visit this time, and you can see all the small touches - even hear them. You're all sitting in her room. You're on the floor while they share the bed. They still say they are just friends because you are a balanced trio, but you know he still favors her over you.
They don't even try to hide it, and it disgusts you.
You sit off to the side, and laugh along, glancing up every once in a while to see them gazing into each other's eyes with love and affection.
And they wonder why you don't want to hang out with them sometimes, just the three of you.
They continue to quietly whisper to each other, but you can't make out their words. You think you hear your name a few times but you give up trying to decipher their conversation.
She laughs and he chuckles, and you know they are both smiling at each other with goofy, love-struck grins on their faces.
You want to cry because the pain is too much to bear. You told yourself you were over him, but you know you aren't.
It's so hard for you to be happy for them, because it is also a matter of betrayal. But you try, you truly try, even if they are lying straight to your face about their relationship, straight to their best friend.
And even if they are together, you still want to be a part of their jokes and games. When did it become about them, and only them?
You read the texts again, scrolling and scrolling and scrolling until you see your name. Your eyes scan the context and you hold back a gasp because they are still in the room.
They want you to catch on, but you already had a good idea before that text was sent. They don't know that though, not then and not now.
You are so angry. Luckily, you only have fifteen minutes before you can leave. Then you can be out of sight and out of range. He won't see you again until his next visit.
But he might see her again before he leaves.
It's now time to leave and you hug him goodbye like the good best friend you are and whisper I'll miss you because it's true, you will miss him.
Then you leave.
You sigh in relief once you are away and out of sight before curling into a ball and breaking down in a nearby, abandoned park. How fitting; an abandoned park for an abandoned friend.
In the end, they did get together, like you wanted in the beginning when you first decided to help him, when this situation for began.
But you lost so many things in the process.
A/N: There it is, the final part of it all.
Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis.