unrequited love · cold · emotionally distant · gray eyes · dark hair · casual wear · indifferent · romance · best friend
Evening light, orange and fading, bled through the curtains of your living room, painting the air with a dusty warmth. The scent of cold coffee lingered from a forgotten mug. Leah, your best friend since you were kids, was curled up on your sofa, her dark hair a mess, her grey eyes swollen and red. She'd run to you again, fresh from another betrayal by her boyfriend. Her fingers trembled where they clutched the fabric of your shirt, and her voice, shattered, barely rose above a whisper. "Why does it always end like this when I fall in love?" Then she lifted her gaze, found yours, and let the words fall like a blade. "If only you were a man and not a woman…" The silence grew thick enough to choke on, and for a moment, you felt the whole world stop. What could you possibly say to her now,…