Never Meant to Be
Couple: Fidelio and Emma
"Fido? Are you sick?"
Fidelio jumped and spun his head around to look at Charlie, who was watching him with a strange look. "Huh?"
"Who are you looking at?" Charlie asked, gazing around behind them.
Fidelio turned red and began to poke at his mashed potatoes. "No one." he murmured.
"No, really. Who are you looking at?"
"I bet he was looking at-" Gabriel started to say but he was silenced by Fidelio, who gave him a fierce look.
Gabriel shrugged and smiled, turning back around to face other students and minding his own business.
To tell you the truth, Fidelio was looking at Emma Tolly, one of the best artists n the school. He had wished, ever since they rescued her from the Moons, that she would fall for him but was severely disappointed when she didn't, and instead fell for Tancred.
He held no ill will towards Tancred; Tancred was an amazing friend, no matter how impatient, annoying, loud, and somewhat boastful he could get. Fidelio even felt ashamed of his crush. Emma was a great girl, no doubt about that. She was kinda, smart, and she was pretty. Golden soft strands of hair flying in the wind, her sky blue eyes sparkling with laughter whenever she laughed and her soft soothing voice, she was a great person.
But he also wanted her to be happy. And she was fine with Tancred, everybody knew that.
Charlie eyed him suspiciously before he sighed and continued scooping his uneaten mashed potatoes over to the boy besides him discreetly as the boy ducked under the table to grab fallen napkins.
Fidelio watched Charlie out of the corners of his eyes, smiling, and shook his head at Charlie's attempt to rid of the 'horrifying' and 'over-squishy' potatoes. When Charlie was caught and was being scolded by a teacher, Fidelio turned around to look at Emma again.
She was laughing with Tancred and Lysander. She looked so happy...
Fidelio heaved a heavy sigh and his heart sank down to the pits of his stomach. He pushed his dinner away and stood up abruptly, passing the teacher and out the cafeteria with a bowed head and hands stuffed in his pockets.
We weren't made to be. Fidelio thought sadly as he slowly trudged down the empty hallway and into the shadows.
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