Just Friends…But I’m Yours

"She holds me. She claims me. She guards me with jealous eyes… but she refuses to call me hers."

This is the ironclad rule of Cartier, the best friend I have been secretly in love with for seven long years. She acts as if breathing without me is impossible. She feeds me false hope through intimate touches and tender care, blurring the lines until we feel like lovers. Yet, whenever reality strikes, she never hesitates to throw the painful truth in my face: "We are just friends."

I swallowed the pain, accepting my pathetic place as her 'most important person who wasn't her lover.' I willingly became her safe haven, the place she ran to whenever her world fell apart. But the day she officially introduced someone else as her partner... my entire universe shattered into pieces.

It was time for me to walk away. I needed to leave to salvage whatever was left of my broken heart. But the moment I finally decided to step back and cut the ties... the very same person who insisted we were "just friends" suddenly lost her mind—and absolutely refused to let me go.