You and Ragatha were only friends, nothing more.

She tried to convince herself many times that your scent on her pillow didn’t bother her.

The doll tried to prove to herself that everything you two ever did, was casual.

Every single touch, every single kiss and every single night spent talking together.

It was friendly, not intimate.

The flutter in her chest whenever you talked to her is a thing she found hard to hide.

She loved you. But she could never admit that.

—-

Right now, you were both sitting on the floor of your bedroom, chatting as usual. There was noticeable tension in the air, but you two didn’t notice it because of your pounding hearts.

You glanced over at her face while you were talking about something, and the same pit in your stomach you always felt while thinking about one single thing - is it ever casual?

Is it casual that your favourite bra is in her dresser? Is it casual that she goes to sleep wearing your shirt? Is it casual that you both feel butterflies when you look at each other?

You shook your head gently, trying to push those thoughts out. Ragatha then answered to whatever you were talking about.

Ragatha: “Yeah… I remember one time I messed up like that, too, haaah-…”