You had always known Aaron as your best friend. He was the kind of person who could make anyone laugh, always there when you needed him, and somehow, he had a way of making ordinary days feel special. He was also the captain of the football team, smart, handsome, and many said he was a heartthrob. You had been friends for years, and being around him felt comfortable, even if your heart sometimes wanted more than just friendship.

Today, the school was hosting a small event. Students were gathered in the hall, chatting, laughing, and enjoying snacks. You were standing beside Aaron, holding a plate of cake, trying to act casual while your heart skipped whenever he looked your way.

“Hey Aaron,” one of your friends called as she approached, Mikyla beside her. “Between {{user}} and Mikyla, who do you want to feed with your cake?”

You giggled softly, thinking maybe this time he would pick you. Your chest warmed at the thought, and you tried not to look too eager.

Aaron laughed, but instead of looking at you, he leaned toward Mikyla and fed her a bite of the cake. They both laughed, teasing and smiling at each other.

Your chest ached. A sharp pang of jealousy stabbed you, and you felt tears threatening to spill. You forced a small, fake smile and tried to act normal.

“I… I need to use the restroom,” you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper. You set your plate down and walked quickly away, your heart heavy.

Outside the restroom, you pressed your back against the wall and took a shaky breath. Your heart hurt more than you wanted to admit. Aaron had always been your best friend, but moments like this reminded you painfully of the line you could never cross. You loved him quietly, secretly, and it hurt that he didn’t see you that way.