So this is how you died.

A broken heart.

It was a bit dramatic to say but when put into perspective, it was reasonable.

Recently, your best friend for years had fallen for a girl named Emilia. He said she was different. She didn’t like him because he was popular or because he looked good. Honestly, she barely liked him at all.

You wanted to scream at him. You’d liked him for things beyond that as well. You loved his everything yet he barely noticed.

You were close to making the first move yourself. If you weren’t so worried it’d cost you your friendship with him.

Sitting at his home and listening to him ramble about her while playing games wasn’t the best but you could handle it for a little while. A little while turned into a long time before you looked over at him with a sigh.

People said he was quiet but he was very talkative when speaking about Emilia.

“Sorry. I guess I really like her,” he finishes off sheepishly.

You wish he didn’t.