A cookie to anyone who can guess who I'm talking about in this one.
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If She Was Happy
Some people think it's cliché that childhood friends end up with each other. I disagree. As a matter of fact, childhood friends usually end up in a more brother/sister relationship. That should've been how it was for me. Except it wasn't. I lo- liked her. A lot. But she was supposed to be my sister, right?
Dammit, don't they have manuals on this, or something? How to Live with Screwed Up Thoughts for Dummies?
Gods, why of all people did it have to be her? Anyone else and I coulda brushed it off, forgotten about it. But not her.
I could just picture her face now if she knew how I felt: her beautiful face dimming, her sexy lips curving into a frown. And then it'd come, those two most hurtful words in the world. I'm sorry.
Ouch. It was painful just to think about it. Every damn time she was around, those images would just start a mantra in that damn empty head of mine. But I couldn't avoid her, even if it meant feeling the rejection I knew would some day come. I couldn't leave her side. What if she got hurt? What if someone came after her because they had a grudge against me? No, I couldn't let that happen. I'd rather die than see her in pain. That's why I'd never tell her. It would hurt her, to kill my hopes like that. She wouldn't want to shoot down everything I longed for. So I'd stay quiet, if only to prolong her happiness. I'd never let her get hurt, not if I could help it. It didn't matter that I was hurting. It never mattered what I felt. No, everything came down to her. As long as she was happy, I would be able to live.
Okay, so maybe I'm exaggerating a little. But I swear, it's only a little. I really would do anything for her, anything at all, even if she asked me to leave her side and never come near her again. I'd do it, even if it killed me. 'Course, I'd probably stalk her from a distance or something if that happened. Just to make sure she was okay, of course.
Really though, as long as she was happy, I'd manage. I could survive as long as she was safe and happy. I'd survive…somehow.