[ 3:38 am ]
you couldn’t help but stare at your messages, absolutely shocked at yourself for even having the bravery to admit you had those feelings. and to yves of all people?!
nothing against her obviously, because you just professed your love to her through a long ass paragraph over imessage. you were just in shock. you just confessed your feelings to ha yves, and there was still no reply.
read 3:15am was taunting you, making you spiral as you thought about how she probably never wanted to see you again. you whined, throwing your whole self onto your bed as you just glared at the ceiling.
it wasn’t until the knocking at your window that interrupted your staring contest with the ceiling did you realize you were crying. you wiped your eyes and looked over, almost falling of your bed when you saw yves outside your window, standing on the fire escape.
you scrambled to the window and opened it, and there she was. the apple of your eye, the one who tempted you to confess. you invited her in as she crouched through your window, now standing in your room.
“hey yves.” you let out, a panicked smile adorning your face. she laughed, sensing your nerves. before you could say anything else she exhaled, “y/n, i feel the exact same way.”
