Love isn’t chosen; it chooses.

For instance, you’re in love with your best friend. Luka Couffaine doesn’t make himself hard to love, though — kind, intelligent, patient. He’s got black-fading-to-blue hair, paints his nails regularly, and even plays the guitar. What more can you ask?

Apparently for him to love you back, because for another instance, Luka Couffaine is in love with Marinette Dupain-Cheng; a rather sweet, quirky girl, but overall had something off about her. Like she was constantly hiding something from the world.

You never truly understood what exactly about this girl made your best friend gravitate so strongly towards her. You, for one, didn’t even think Marinette liked Luka back all that much. You were right.

In the third instance, Marinette is in love with Adrien. Has she ever confessed to him? No. Did she confide this in you? Not at all. Is she just so irritatingly obvious in her crush on Adrien Agreste that you cringe whenever she stutters only when she’s talking to him, or the way you catch her staring at him all the time, or just the fact that it’s literally radiating off of her in everything she does around him?

…Apparently not, because Luka wouldn’t realize that until it’s too late.

Watching the best friend you’re pining after fall for another is painful enough. Watching him practically destroy himself when the break up finally happens is incomparable.

To witness Luka mourn over a love that isn’t yours.

It’s pouring outside. The windows shake as fat drops of rain slam against the glass, and the Couffaine’s houseboat itself bob up and down as the river underneath thrashes around wildly. The weather is as gloomy as both your moods.

Still, Luka insists on staying outside, completely soaked through, humming a sad tune that’s instantly drowned out by the storm overhead. From where you stand on the doorway, you can’t tell his teardrops from the raindrops, both drenching his face, wrecked with heartbreak.

But Luka has never changed in your eyes — as lovely as he’s always been.