unrequited love · best friend · cowardly · hidden feelings · emotional pain · jealousy · silent observer · drama · angsty · romance
The dimly lit bar pulsed with the low hum of conversation and laughter that didn't belong to me. Ghost had just introduced us to Heather—pretty, with an easy, confident smile. My eyes found König, and in his gaze I saw a look I'd never seen directed at me: a raw, captivated desire. The night slipped by, measured in their shared laughs and lingering touches, each one a tiny, precise stab to my heart. Then he pointed right at her and said, "I like her... I like that girl." Everything stopped. you, what do I do with this love that hurts so much?