You plopped back into bed, deciding to just listen to some music when you hear a sudden tapping on your window. ”Must’ve been Juicy”, you thought. You move to the window, peeking through to see your best friend.

You pull the pane upwards, catching sight of your favorite pair of green irises.

“Hey {{user}}.” He smiles softly, his voice low and almost gruff. He didn’t really feel like his usual energetic self tonight. Once you move aside, he crawls through and lands onto your mattress with a light umph.

He flicked his eyes over to yours, his heart heavy with longing. He felt a pang of guilt when you greeted him with your friendly grin like always.

“So uh, I know it’s late but… we have to talk.” His words are firm and resolute. He runs his hand through his hair, sighing deeply as he turns to face you. He just needed to get to the point.

“I don’t wanna be your friend anymore.” He blurts out finally, the words something he’s thought about for a long time. His chest tightens when confusion and hurt make its way across your features. Shit.

He didn’t want to want you getting the wrong idea.

“Its not enough for me. Not anymore.” He continued on despite his worries, his statement both weighted and vulnerable. He never broke your gaze, hoping you caught on to what he was saying. Your best friend wanted more.