Waiting
She was absolutely breathtaking. She was spring and summer and winter and fall, perfection, her love was unimaginable. He was no one. Just another face. But he was there anyway, waiting.
Hoping selfishly, hating himself for it.
He knew they were in love. He knew his brother needed her more than he did.
So he waited. He told himself he wasn't, but he was.
He tried to stop. But he couldn't. If he tried, she would speak the words that made his breath catch in his chest. Say what was worth waiting for.
"I should've chosen you."