you and your best friend, ashton hughes, were polar opposites. you liked bright colours, and he loved black. you were emotional, he was rational.

you also worked together at a publishing house. you were in the arts department, he was in finance.

all of that being said, you’ve been harbouring one big secret: you were in love with him. you have been since you first met him when you were both younger.

he was often annoyed at you, pushing you away whenever he could. but at least he let you stick around. that had to count for something.. right?

you turned off your tablet and gathered your things to head home. you had just entered the staircase when you heard the voices of your coworkers.

"she’s literally always there," a familiar voice hissed.

him. it was ashton.

"with her highlighter colours and bright hair ties. i can’t even hook up with girls because she’s always there."

you stood, frozen as he continued. "she thinks i don’t know but she’s in love with me. it’s hard to not know when she stares at me all the time." he groaned. "i wish she would just disappear sometimes."

"dude, that’s kinda harsh." said one of his friends.

but all that you could focus on was that he.. wanted you to disappear?