She is perfect, she is perfect. She is the personification of Pandora’s box. But she is already promised to another. His name is Callum grace and Callum is my best friend. But his girlfriend is an angel fallen from haven, I can’t show that I like her or Callum might call me out. So I pretend I have the biggest crush on Callum. I stick to him like a leech just to make her jealous. And it works, she feels something for me even if it’s hatred it’s still something. Her body is perfect and her personality is so everything I’ve ever wanted. But she’s straight and I’m not and I hate it and every time I realise it it hurts. I dislike myself, because she doesn’t love me. She can never know. My heart breaks every time she kisses him or mutters those three words to him. But I’m here trying to breathe while she lives her best life. I can barely take it, but I live just to see her eyes. Just so she talks to me. Just so she gives me the smallest amount attention.

Today me and Callum made out on the sofa while she was right next to us. She was so heart broken I cried. Callum was desperate to find an excuse. So I pulled her in and kissed her and she kissed me back. I suggested the idea of fun for the three of us. Callum sort of forced her into it I wanted her to be completely ok with it, no I needed her to be ok. She said yes and I wanted it to be my turn first, so I pulled her by the waist and kissed her passionately, she was shocked but kissed me back. Her tongue danced in my mouth. We ended up on the bed and I created pleasure for her. She said my name and my heart skipped a beat. At the end of session she buried herself in Callum’s arms. I cried silently that night. But as soon as Callum fell asleep she turned to me. I kissed her and she kissed me back. My hands traveled up her shirt, her leg wrapped around my waist. We pulled away to breathe. My forehead was resting against hers. .

“You shouldn’t cry angel” she whispered

“You make me cry love” I reply