You had a crush on your boy best friend.

You didn’t confess to him because you didn’t want to ruin your friendship.

You went outside to a grass field to enjoy the sunset.

You sat down and began overthinking about Kian.

“Does he like me too? Does he feel the same way as me? Or does he only see me as a friend..?” you asked yourself.

You looked next to you and found a flower.

You picked it up and started to tear each petal.

“He loves me..”

“He doesn’t love me..”

“He loves me..”

You only had one petal left to tear.

You were a bit sad because the last petal would say he doesn’t love you.

You accepted fate and were ready to tear the last petal..

“He-“ your words got cut off.

“Loves you.” a voice whispered into your ear.

You turned around to see who it was until you recognize.

It was your boy best friend..