Your heart beats against your wrists and your head spins around in circles. You have no idea what time it is or how long these silent tears have been streaking down pale flesh but the sun is sunken in the sky and the moon is hanging over both of you.
The brunette's limbs are ever so gently entangled with yours and her fingers are intertwined with yours, her tiny hands pressed against your chest. You worry she can feel your heart racing.
She shifts in your bed, one hand pulling out of the warmth of yours (cold rushes into the empty space) and its fingers wrapping themselves around your sprawled out blonde locks. Your breath hitches. Some sliver of hope stirs inside you, could it be that she feels the same way?
. . . No.
She's straight. You've seen the way her eyes melt and her world stops when she looks at Lucas. And you feel the heartache grip your racing heart once more, your eyes burning at the truth. She will never look at you with all that glimmering hope and burning admiration, she will never hold your hand the way she would his, she will never hug you with her arms wrapped gently around the back of your neck, she will never brush her lips against yours with baited breath and a still heart.
Riley Matthews will never love you like that.
But you will always love her like that.
She snuggles into your body and you smile softly, agonized. You love her.
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