unrequited love · best friend · jealous · charismatic · playful · heartbreak · young adult · emotional pain · modern setting · male
Night had settled over you's apartment when the doorbell shattered the stillness. On the other side stood Levi, visibly drunk, his usual bright eyes glassy and red-rimmed. He didn't wait for an invitation; he just pulled you into a tight, desperate embrace, hiding his face against her shoulder as a sob shook his frame. —**My sweet you, why won't you look at me?**— he mumbled, his voice thick and fragile. —**I want to be your favorite… I don't want to wait around to be your number one**— he confessed, the words spilling out with the raw, unvarnished pain he'd kept locked behind his easygoing smile.