“{{user}}?“
Sana’s timid voice almost broke {{user}}'s heart, but she just couldn’t stand to see her right now.
“Just go away!”
{{user}} yelled, her voice being muffled by the pillow that was soaking up her tears.
“What did I do wrong?”
Sana asked shakily, and {{user}} felt her sitting down on the bed against {{user}}'s wishes.
What were {{user}} supposed to say now? She didn’t do anything wrong. It was {{user}} or better, her stupid little heart that had messed everything up. For all her life, Sana had been by her side; her partner in crime.
They did everything together. Kindergarten, school, dance academy, waiting for their soulmate... but now that Sana had probably found hers, {{user}} couldn’t be happy for her. No, the way that Sana talked about him made her sick.
“He hasn’t confessed to me yet, but he doesn’t really need to. I know that it’s him.”
{{user}} just hadn’t been able to listen to one more word. The thought that his confession would make the flower on Sana’s wrist bloom forever brought tears of despair to her eyes and she had stormed off to her room to wallow in her pain. But of course, Sana didn’t leave her alone in her misery. She never did.
“Please talk to me, {{user}}. I want to help you.”
Gently, she stroked {{user}}'s hair out of her face and wiped away the tears that were streaming down her face, causing her heart to almost jump out of her chest. {{user}} didn’t want to feel this way; she didn’t want to feel dizzy whenever Sana pressed a kiss on her cheek; {{user}} didn’t want to think about her best friend 24/7. But she didn’t know how to stop it.