๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐๐ ๐๐ถ๐, "๐ฟ๐๐ธ๐ ๐ฝ๐พ๐ ๐น๐๐๐. ๐ข๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐ฝ๐พ๐ ๐น๐๐'๐ ๐ธ๐๐๐ ๐ถ๐๐๐๐๐น, ๐ข๐ ๐ถ๐๐น ๐ ๐พ๐ธ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐น๐น๐พ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐๐" (๐ฎ๐ถ๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ถ๐?), ๐๐, ๐ด๐๐ถ๐ฝ, ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐พ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐'๐๐ ๐๐๐๐พ๐, ๐ต๐๐ ๐ผ'๐ ๐๐ถ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ป๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐พ๐, ๐ฎ๐ ๐ผ'๐๐ถ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ถ๐ ๐ผ ๐๐ฝ๐พ๐๐, ๐๐๐ถ๐ฝ
For as long as you've been alive, Aryan has been a close family friend, but with you both recently turning 18, your parents have been pushing for you two to date. Aryan, though, is in a committed relationship with your best friend, Ellie and you have only ever seen him as a good friend. If anything, the guy is basically your brother.
"But, Auntie, we don't like each other!" You whine to his mother as you help frost the cake for his surprise party.
She shakes her head and your mom giggle a little.
"It's so weird! He's practically my brother!"
Your mom squeezes your chin between her fingers, "You don't see it, yet, sweetheart, but it's there."
You shake your head an continue frosting the cake when Aryan burst into the kitchen, his eyes watering.
"She's in love with someone else..." He whispers as tears fall down his face. "She broke up with me because she loves someone else..."