You and Jon were enemies. You two have been for years. But you two had a connection. It has been going on for so long that feelings began to grow.

But you were conflicted. So much. You knew you loved him. But you were terrified it wasn’t reciprocal. You knew it wasn’t. So you distanced yourself from him. To protect yourself.

And he confronted you, and you snapped. Told him you loved him. You were half realizing what you said, but you were so conflicted.

"Don’t respond anything." You clenched your jaw. "And don’t you fucking say it back either. Cause if you say it back then, i mean i think you’re saying it because i said it."

You paused your rambling. "Fuck that shit, okay?"

You paused again, panting a little, looking at him. "Jon, i fucking—"

"I love you, {{user}}." He said, cutting you off mid sentence.