(( Well, I basiclly wrote this because I finished a test too early. XD Stupid reading test.

Well the inspiration, is kind of weird... But here goes;

In my game (MFoMT of course) I got both Gray and Cliff's heart to dark red, and then I proposed the Gray. I felt kind of bad, and thought about how Cliff would feel. And thats how I got this idea.

Just shows how messed up my mind is. (Ps: I'm not stopping the writing of my other story, and this is not a spoiler for it, this is just a silly oneshot-ish thing. So.. yeah..) Enjoy, and crit!))

I regret ever letting Claire leave the Church that spring day.

Because that was the day Claire met Gray.

Gray and I never really saw each other as friends, or buddies, or whatever. We had more of a brotherly rivalry relationship going on. and the rivalry heated up when Claire was brought in. After those days, we had a hard time speaking to each other. Even seeing each other was hard.

Claire had even walked in on the two of us fighting and arguing. She must of thought we were crazy.

When we would fight in the summer, Kai was there to break us up. But soon, he had joined in our arguing and fighting. Our battle.

As the years passed, other people in the town settled down; Eli and Alex, Karen and Rick, even Kai and Popuri.

Claire and I only got closer. But I always knew that Gray was closer to her. He was always ahead of me. Always. He was always the first to get to Claire and invite her to holidays. The Starry Night festival, The fireworks festival, The Goddess Festival, The Full Moon festival. Everything.

I was always one step behind. When I would ask her to a festival, she would frown and look down to hide her about-to cry-expression. Then she'd would always apologize and tell me how Gray had already invited her. Fury and depression would always take over when she always told me that next she'd go with me next year. I always knew that could never happen. Because she would be going to the festival, with Gray.

There never will be a next year. Because Gray is always ahead of me. Because god decided he'd take out his fury on me. That's why my life sucks. That's why I can't love the one I want to love. Because I'm always stuck at the bottom.

Whenever Winter 14th rolled around, even if Gray and I both received cookies from Claire, and even if they had the same exact amount of sugar and chocolate, his were always were sweeter. Because his cookies came from her heart. Mine came from an oven, and a kitchen. They were just normal 'friendship cookies.' It just felt like pity cookies.

It made me feel miserable. Gray was the one spending the time with Claire. Gray was the one who Claire flashed smiles and laughed with. He was the lucky one who's lips touched Claire's own, cherry red ones. He got to embrace her body. He got to do everything with her. While I sat there. Crying from the inside.

Why was Gray the lucky one, who got all he wanted, and more? How come he was loved?

What was so different about us?

Why did Claire love him, and not me?

I guess, sometimes you don't always get what you want. And sometimes, you have to learn the hard way.