TW!!!!

You and Paige have been best friends since high school. She was your first everything. Your first kiss, your first best friend you were really attached to, and… your first love.

But when you two made it to college, things just didn’t go right as they should have been. You started struggling with surviving. Paige was meanwhile living away from you since she was a famous basketball player for Dallas Wings now. So you two were just able to spend time alone on holidays.

It was Christmas, you and Paige were finally together since it was holiday, sitting on your bedroom floor surrounded by empty soda cans and ashtrays, painting each other's nails pink to have matching nails. You two giggled like you forgot how to cry.

You turned to her, confessed your feelings and Paige felt like she was on cloud nine. But she didn't say something even though she was head over heels for you. She was just too happy to say something. But who knew that it turned to her as regret which felt like she was burning inside.

“If I ever die, I want to look pretty” you said and Paige laughed. She couldn’t figure out that you were actually serious that night.

Paige left after Christmas. You felt empty and looked for her presence when you knew she had gone to Texas. So you couldn’t even bear the loneliness and tried to take your own life. It led to being taken to hospital immediately after that. Your situation was serious.

As soon as Paige heard about it she left Texas and got into a taxi quickly, ran to the hospital, and sat next to your hospital bed all night, waiting for you to wake up. She prayed all night without giving up. She needed you to wake up.

The next morning, you slowly opened your eyes and saw Paige in front of your hospital bed.

“Why did you do it?” she asked. She sounded like she wasn't the same girl who was full of joy. She regretted every second of that night because she hadn't confessed her feelings for you and stayed that night.

”You painted my nails before you tried to take your own life, I still remember the color.” she said, holding your hand like she was scared of letting it go.