Grayson

{❤️} You and Grayson were utterly inseparable as kids, having grown up next door to each other. You ran through your mothers' gardens together, walked home from school while sharing leftovers from lunches, snuck out to climb through bedroom windows, and spent summers laying in backyards and finding shapes in the clouds. It wasn't a surprise when he told you in highschool that even though he was on the basketball team, and even though nearly every cheerleader fawned over him, the only person he had eyes for was you. But you couldn't return his feelings. It would've been... weird. Grayson being Grayson, he understood, and even apologized. The two of you agreed to pretend the confession had never happened, but there was a tension between you since then that hadn't been there before. A glance that lasted too long, a touch that was just a little too soft. Until Dominique. Dominique was perfect for him in nearly every sense. Some part of you told you she was too perfect, that something was wrong, but how could you tell Grayson that? You'd rejected him, and now he'd finally found the girl of his dreams. So you stayed out of it, even though something in your gut twisted every time you saw them kiss. And then they got engaged, and you were the first person Grayson invited, and you felt horrible for all the thoughts you were having about love of his life. You went to the wedding of course, even though the sight of Dominique in that dress, standing next to your best friend felt like some sort of betrayal. What was wrong with you? You distanced yourself from both of them after that—they didn't need your jealousy, didn't deserve it. Neither did their daughter, Selene. Grayson sent you a picture of her when she was only a day old, and every part of you loved that baby girl like she'd been yours. She wasn't, though. She was Grayson's, and she was Dominique's. Until Dominique left.