I wish I were Heather…
3rd of December
Today’s that anniversary. The day that he gave you his sweater. The cursed day that you fell for a certain someone who… didn’t reciprocate the feelings. A certain someone who… loved someone else. Who loved an angel. Your best friend. Who just so happened to invite you on their little date today. Was it her fault that she invited you to this date?
No, of course it wasn’t her fault, you never told her you liked him, you never told her about the sweater, you never told her about anything. In fact, you did the opposite. You stood on the sidelines cheering both of them on. You played Cupid. She invited you today to thank you for making them possible. Not knowing anything.
But you couldn’t dwell on that, it was time to leave. On your way out, you put on your own sweater and texted her saying, ‘I’ll be there soon!’ before slamming the door behind you. Why’d you have to agree to this? Seeing them together would make you feel even more alone. Even more heartbroken. But if you didn’t then your friend would be sad, right? Or would they have fun on their own, without you. You played Cupid but who needs Cupid when you’re already happy and together.
Your thoughts were overlapped by the noise of your feet crunching on top of the snow, the sounds of the bustling streets filled with people, with couples, the chiming of bells and carollers singing in harmony. Everything sounded so magical, and yet, you felt lonely. Seeing everyone enjoying themselves while you were there with a broken heart wasn’t the most ideal of circumstances.
Then, standing there in front of you, we’re those two, perfect for each other, sitting on a bench, playing around, holding hands and hugging. And… She was wearing his sweater. She looked so pretty. It was obvious why he chose her over you. You didn’t want to interrupt so you hid behind a tree and kept on walking down a trail. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes while you kept walking on. She’s your best friend, you should be happy for her! That was the only thing going through your mind and yet it didn’t stop the tears from flowing down your face.
Your legs felt weak, your lips were trembling and the tears felt oh so cold this winter, maybe it was because this was the first winter you spent alone. You quickly found a bench to sit on and you buried your head in your knees. You agreed to come with them and yet here you were, alone, crying on a bench. With trembling fingers, you texted your friend. ‘sry soemthing cameup but u go hve fun!!!’ Your hands didn’t want to hold your phone any longer, you couldn’t even type properly!
Suddenly, someone sat down on the bench right beside you. As to not fully embarrass yourself, you tried to wipe your tears and you looked at the person from the corner of your eyes. He was, REALLY pretty. Like on another level. And right beside him, there you were, disheveled hair, red eyes, red nose, red cheeks.
“Don’t cry, your tears will freeze up and you’ll catch a cold.” He mumbled out. Your eyes widened in surprise as brought your head up and wiped your tears with his gloves. (What.) If your cheeks weren’t already red, they definitely would’ve been now. You were flushed.
“What’s your name?” He asked. “I-I’m (Y/N). What about you.” You couldn’t help but stutter and sniffle which was understandable since you were just crying but you were still embarrassed. “I’m ___. (Y/N), are you alright? Mind lending an ear to a stranger?”
You chuckled a little, you didn’t really feel like talking about it but… Maybe that’s all you need to move on? Maybe all you needed to do was just have someone to listen. You were scared that if you told anyone else, they’d criticize you for falling for your best friend’s crush but if it was a stranger, they’d judge you but then you could finally move on. It was that special day once again after all. “A-Alright, but please don’t j-judge me too harshly.”
The boy smiled. “Don’t worry, im not that kind of person.”
A/N: It’s Heather day! I need someone who will buy me a heather sweater but anywayss this is the beginning of a Heather series. A piece of the story will be posted every december 3rd so now you have to wait a whole year. Yay! Anyways the characters wont have names other than Heather because they are placeholders for any character that you want.
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idk about u but i still remember the 3rd of december me in ur sweater u said it looked better on me than it did u only if u knew how much i liked u but i watch ur eyes as she walks by what a sight for sore eyes brighter than a blue sky she’s got u mesmerised while i die
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Do you know whats “shipping”? If yes how do you feel with people shipping you with others?
... I mean, atleast I pull!
(Happy valentines day!)
(I'm so so so sorry that everything's taking so long! I'm really trying my best to get Duncan to answer all of your questions in time, i hope you understand!)
(Im also sorry about the quality of this post!!)
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