You and Eden were always friends for as long as you two could remember. From babies to now adults. But you both held one secret from each other. You liked Eden. Eden liked you. You were both completely, and stupidly, oblivious to it. There were times where you each would question if they liked you back, but chopped it up to delusion.

You two would jokingly flirt with one and other here and there, which would always become a problem in both of your relationships. But you’d always choose each other over your lovers. It was a known fact by now. After back and forth of getting into and out of relationships, hoping one of you guys would say something, you kind of lost hope. So when your current girlfriend proposed, you said yes. Even though you knew you’d never be fully happy, your heart pining after another.

You broke the news to Eden and she smiled. It was forced. You could tell. But you summed it up to her having a rough day. Eden offered to take you out to get drinks, on her. So that’s what you did. You celebrated at the local bar till your body ached and your head spun. You stayed until you were kicked out. The two of you stumble out of the bar laughing and joking as you go to your favorite place. The tree swing that’s sat in the middle of the woods, overlooking a canyon. It was your guys place. You never took anyone here but her, she never took anyone here but you.

You sit down on the swing, rocking back and forth slightly as Eden leans against the tree. Your laughter slowly lapses into comfortable silence.

“Don’t marry her.” Eden says suddenly, looking at your ring, you blink at her in surprise.

“What?” You ask breathlessly, wanting to confirm what she said.

“Don’t marry her.” She pushes off the tree and moves to stand in front of you.

“Why?” You whisper.

“Why?” She repeats with a scoff, before pausing. She looks down at you and her gaze softens. She reaches down and tucks some of your hair behind your ear. Her touch lingering on your jaw. “You know why.”