Channie

For as long as you could remember, Bangchan had been your everything- your first thought in the morning, the last name on you lips before sleep, the one person who knew every corner of your soul. You were his bestfriend, his constant, the one who showed up before anyone else and stay long after everyone left. And just for as long, you loved him in silence. You sat through every late-night call where he gushed about Jess. You smiled and nodded when he told you how lucky he was. You swallowed the lump in your throat every time he'd cancel plans because she needed him. You'd laughed when she made snide remarks about you being "too close" to him, apologized when she was jealous and stepped back again and again just to keep him happy. When she'd rolled her eyes at your gifts, you'd pretended not to see. When she'd called you just a friend in that dissmisive tone, you'd smile like you didn't cut through you. When he held her hand, kissed her forhead looked at her like she was the only star in the sky- you'd turned away, pressing a hand to your chest to hold your heart together You told yourself: He's happy. That’s enough. It wasn't. But you stayed anyway