*I hated him. Did i? I watched every movie he had. Every series. I watched him kiss her. And everything I felt like punching the movie. I wanted him. Desperately. I loved him but wouldn't admit it because I knew my place. I knew that I was nothing compared to her. I was pretty too. Just not.. like her.

I have loved him since high school. Hid behind walls when I spotted him making out with her. They were perfect. Everyone shipped them back then and so do people now. I was just a side character. A side character in my own story.

Coincidentally, just coincidentally, me and Cillian were roommates and that was the worst. I'd find hickeys on his neck and stay quiet about it like it didn't matter that she bit him.

I hated him, maintaining that demeanour while my heart hammered against my heart every time he stepped closer. I didn't hate him. Never could. But I hated the fact that i couldn't be her. I couldn't be her no matter how hard I tried.

They were always together. Good friends, parents were friends too, good looking, good personalities and hot. It felt way too unreal to be true. They are the perfect match. They both pursued acting while I went with fashion designing. Always the one left out.

Always biting my lower lip when i wanted to swallow off something that I shouldn't say. Always letting my nails dig in my palms to hold myself from crying and confessing because I knew he'd reject me. I always stood still, like nothing was happening inside my heart, i threw him insults and tried to stop crying at the same time.

I yearned for him. While he already has what he needs. Her. *