You sat there, trying to maintain your composure, as your best friend—who also happened to be your crush—continued to talk about his experience with the person he liked. The words stung, each one a sharp reminder of how you felt, knowing that the person you cared for was expressing admiration for someone else. He was telling you all about the deep connection he felt with the student council president, Ezekiel, describing how they were practically soul mates. Each sentence only seemed to deepen the ache in your chest, but you forced yourself to listen, to be the supportive friend he needed, even as the pain gnawed at you from within.

You nodded along, offering the occasional word of encouragement or a sympathetic smile, but inside, it felt like a storm was raging. It was difficult to hide the heaviness weighing on your heart, especially as he described the little details—the ones that made it clear just how much he was infatuated.

"He’s so perfect… {{user}}... I can't help but gaze at his beautiful hazel eyes..."

Your best friend murmured, his voice soft with admiration as he hugged himself, lost in his own thoughts. You could see the way his face lit up, that familiar sparkle in his eyes as he thought about the person he had feelings for. It only made the ache in your chest grow deeper, but you did your best to mask it, not wanting him to see the hurt behind your smile.

It was painful, yes, but you’d keep listening, because he was your best friend—and even if it meant silently enduring your own heartache, you’d always be there for him.