Author's Note

I know I haven't updated in a while… Trying to figure out some stuff. Maybe an update will come soon? I hope so lol. Enjoy!

She glowed.

Porcelain skin radiated as brightly as her long blue hair, her eyes shining with delight whenever she looked at him. He was adorned with gifts from her making and showered with her love. Treated like a king- he was sure he was one in her eyes, and she desperately wanted to be his queen. And, maybe, if in another life, she was.

But those days were gone and he didn't exactly know why. He had rejected her many times over. He had ignored and shooed her away whenever she came too close, became irritated with her overbearing. She was annoying to no limit, and that he loathed. Could she not learn to simply go away? But she always stayed, and soon, he became accustomed. Still annoyed, but not as much as before.

And somewhere along the way, he had accepted that she would always be there. Sometimes, he would smile back at her. He knew her better than he should've, than he wanted to, but he didn't have a choice. She pushed herself onto him, leaving him no other option.

Why she liked the rain.

Her favorite foods, her worst moments.

All projected onto him without his consent but without his complaint. If being a friend meant listening to her annoyingly, and sort of cute, high-pitched, excited voice, then he would. He would always be her friend.

She didn't understand that he wanted nothing more. At least, not for a long time.

But, somewhere along the way, her eyes began to dim. Her spark was diminishing. And he hadn't noticed. He knew her better than anyone. How had he not noticed?

Looking back on it, though, as he watched her swoon over someone else, he could pinpoint exactly where it happened. It seemed obvious. How had he not noticed?

And maybe, he thought, turning away from her, ignoring the hand she held, the hand that wasn't his, that this is what he deserved. She had been separating herself from him long enough for him to tell the signs. How had he not noticed?

But what would he do anyway? Suddenly confess a love for her that didn't exist? And disappoint her further? He couldn't, but that didn't stop the queasy feeling in his stomach.

It hurt to see her move on, for her to distance herself. She was supposed to stick with him forever. But maybe it was his fault. No, it couldn't have been. It wasn't his fault he couldn't reciprocate her feelings. He shouldn't feel guilty.

Yet he did, and he so desperately wanted her back. What he had wasn't love, but he couldn't figure out what it was.

He looked the barmaid, beckoning her over. There was nothing he could do. He had his chance long ago.

Author's Note

Does this count as angst? I don't know, but I know it's short. There's a part two, don't worry.