He’s Just Putting On an Act
Language: en
After my confession to my childhood best friend was rejected, I cried my eyes out at Aunt Gwen's place. But then, by some stroke of absolute luck, I caught him through the crack of his bedroom door, staring at a photo of me, completely lost in his own feverish world. "I can't... give in too easily..." he muttered, his voice strained. "...God, I love her... Daisy..." I peeked through the gap. He was half-reclining on his bed, his head tilted back against the headboard, his neck stretched tense, a deep, feverish flush creeping up his collar and staining his cheeks. I pressed a hand to my…