Faye searched for a place where she could be left alone to wallow to her broken heart’s content. As soon as she was sure Alm could no longer see her, she took a deep, shaky breath. She would not cry in front of Alm. She would rather stab her own eyes out before she let that happen.
The girl took a second deep breath and rubbed the tears out of her eyes, as if doing so would cleanse her stormy heart and allow her to sort out the chaotic thoughts in her mind. Faye loved Alm and wanted him to be happy. His happiness was her happiness. But was it so bad to hope that she could be the one to give Alm that happiness ? He was the best part of her life; she couldn’t be happy without him.
Yet no matter how many times she threw herself at him, no matter what lengths she would go for him, she would always be Alm’s childhood friend and nothing more. She would never be good enough. And all she could do was keep hoping for the day he would come to love her as much as she loved him. The look on his face when she confessed her love to him flashed in her mind as if to taunt her.
But that day will never come, will it ?
She had her answer alright. She swallowed back the tears in her throat and clenched her fists. Why wouldn’t he give her a chance ?! She would drop to her knees for him if he would hold a hand out to her. She would follow him through hell. She would die for him. And yet that wasn’t good enough.
❝ Maybe it would’ve been for the best...if I hadn’t confessed. ❞ A single tear escaped and rolled down her cheek. Faye hugged her shoulders tightly. Her voice cracked with grief. ❝ Alm... I’m sorry... I’m so sorry — I … ❞