Been gone for a long time but I'm back :)
Summary: May hasn't seen Drew in a long time and a rose between her fingers reminds her of him.
May held a rose between her fingers. Twisted and curled it as she examined its wilted petals. She pulled it closer to her face until it touched her nose and took a long whiff. The scent was now almost completely gone, instead, it was replaced by some sort of damp grass. Sighing, she fell back on her bed and stared at the empty ceiling. Even though the ceiling was empty something about it was interesting today in particular as May never lost sight of it. The rose in her hand next to her head, still, she curled it between her fingers feeling every delicately chipped thorn. Her lips curled ever so slightly and her sapphire eyes softened. How many years has it been? She can't remember, but she misses him. They were rivals but she always felt like they were more of friendly rivals. She doesn't know if he felt the same way but she hoped he did. Who was she kidding, she hoped he saw her as someone more than a friend. But what kind of hope would it be if it was very little. She wondered when she felt that way, but that was the same as trying to remember your first moment of happiness. She can't, now that it has happened several times already. Falling for him that is. She closed her eyes and imagined him standing there, giving her his usual smirk, teasing her, handing her a rose, the ways he cares but tries not to show it although she notices and his genuine smile. A genuine happy smile that seemed to make his face light up more than it already did. She hates it so goddamn much, how a simple action can make her feel all sorts of things and make her heart jump out of her chest. It almost scared her how she can't seem to control her emotions. She never decided to like him, she never saw him that way so how come? How come someone she never thought she'd ever like suddenly be her type? Love was complicated. She stretched her arm and looked at the rose one more time. What can he be doing right now, May wonders. As she got up and placed the rose in the vase she grabbed her phone. Searching her contact numbers she landed on the name "Drew" a smile forming on the tips of her lips then dialed and waited.
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"It's been a while." His voice chimes and once again her stomach is filled with butterflies.
Love was definitely complicated.