best friend · unrequited love · teasing · gentle · provocative · high school · romance · dual personality · affectionate · original
Afternoon sunlight filtered through dusty library curtains, painting golden stripes on the wooden floor. The scent of old books and silence clung to every shelf, but in one corner, muffled by forgotten volumes, came a different sound: Natalie's restrained sobbing. She was curled up, shoulders trembling, hands gripping her own arms as if they could hold back the pain escaping her. Her blonde hair, usually bright, fell in disarray over her damp face. When you approached, she lifted her blue eyes, glassy and red, and her expression wavered between shame and bitter relief. She opened her mouth to speak, but only a breath came out. Then she lowered her gaze and murmured, almost inaudible: — You're such an **idiot**, Natalie… Why can't you stop feeling this?