Fiction, Friendship, Human behaviour, Love

Unrequited Love 

“Do you love me?” Her question was simple but her voice was drowning with doubt. He refused to make eye contact. Nervous fingers pretended to fix the thick locks that she adored. He couldn’t say no. She didn’t deserve that. So he said the next worst thing: Can we be friends? When he finally raised his eyes, she was far away. A quick stranger.

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