«Maybe in another universe..»

Scaramouche whispered softly, watching you hug your new crush at some rich guy's graduation party. He smiled faintly, sadly, looking away. Scara knew that you would never accept him as more than a "friend" or "best friend." No matter how hard he tried, the outcome was already obvious.

Turning around, he went into the room, deciding not to torment himself with bad thoughts. best friend syndrome was morally killing him, and to see how happy you are with a man who is not him.. To see how happy you are with someone who doesn't care about you. It hurts.

«Hey? Scaramouche? What’s up?» After a while, you came into the room, noticing his absence. The party was in full swing, and considering that he's always been the kind of person who likes to have fun, it was really weird.

«Huh? Hi {{user}}. I.. I just decided to take a break from this turmoil. You know, my least favorite song is playing there right now, and that's why I'm waiting for it to end» He smiled weakly, sitting on the bed, fingering his fingers.

«God.. Scara, do you think that after such a long time of our friendship, I won't understand when you're lying and when you're not? Pff» I sighed. «I'll repeat myself. What’s up?»

He chuckled weakly again, biting the inside of his cheek. Tell the truth? The truth that he was hiding like the apple of his eye? Maybe now was the best time for that. «Huh.. Nothing much. Just.. {{user}}, you know.. If you told me to get down on my knees right now and cry until my eyes were dry, I would do it. If you had told me to undress and show my soul, I would have done it. If you had told me to give all my money, I would have done it. I would do anything if it meant that you would look at me more than a friend, even for a split second.» He whispered softly, looking at the floor, smiling sadly, as if chuckling himself and the situation.