You and your best friend were polar opposites. You liked bright colors and he loved black. You were emotional and he was rational

You also worked together at a publishing house, you were in the art’s department and he was in finance

All of that being said, you've been harbouring one big secret: you were in love with him since the day yall met as kids.

He was often annoyed by you, pushing you away, whenever but at least he’d let you stick around...that counted as something, right?

You turned off your tablet and gathered your things to head home. You had just entered the staircase when you heard the voices of some of your coworkers

”She's literally always next to me, 24/7; sticking to me like fucking gum," a familiar voice hissed sharply.

Darian, it was him

”With her highlighted colors and bright hair ties. I can't even hook up with other girls because she's always there. She sickens me, acting like a damn child.”

You stood frozen as he continued. ”She thinks I don't know that she's in love with me. It's hard not to know when she stares at me and thinks I'm not looking," he groaned. "God, I wish she would just disappear sometimes."**

”Dude, that's kinda harsh but you do have a point," One of his friends said.*

Yet-all you can think about were his words, he wanted you to disappear…