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Wrong Time

I'm sitting here on the listening to you talk about your 'friend'. Honestly she sounds quiet lovely, amazing even. You keep going on and on about the adventures you two had and things you say I'd never understand. They way you speak about her makes even me want to fall in love with her. You talk about her laugh like it's your favourite melody, you talk about her smile likes it's your favourite painting, you talk about her and you like it's your favorite romance movie, the light in your eyes when you talk about her burns bright, the smile that doesn't leave your face when you talk about her makes me happy. Why am I happy? even if I know that you love another girl who isn't me, the smile on your face makes it worth it because you are happy and I love you enough to know I need to let you go. It hurts knowing even if we are together, you were never really mine. I mean how could I compete with her, she's amazing, wonderful. I never even met her but by the way you speak about her, she's perfect. You spoke knocking me out of my trance, "She's coming over for dinner. I want you to meet her." and in that moment my heart sunk deeper, it would have been easier never meeting the girl you'll leave me for, because now when I meet her all the memories of us, the moments, our spot, everything will come running back to me like a tsunami and I'll know that it wasn't even good enough to make you stay. 

She walks in flowing like a delicate flower, softly drifting towards you as her eyes shine with such wonderful delight. Her laugh was like a wonderful song that you'd never want to end. The way she tells a story makes you wish you were there. The way you looked at her when she spoke made all of my assumptions correct. You didn't love me, you loved her. I agreed we made an amazing couple but I shouldn't hold you back.  I couldn't help but wonder if you ever looked at me that way. With such love in your eyes, with such happiness. My mind couldn't help but wonder around the possibilities of you loving me but alias in the end, I knew that you belong with her. The moment that tied it together was the way she looked at you. Her face was soft and delicate, her smile never ending, her eyes twinkled. You guys accidentally bumped hands and in that moment, I seen that you both knew it felt right, touching hands. I watch this exchange knowing you'd never tell me, so it was me who would need to. "Five, we need to talk." we both stand up walking out of the room into my bedroom in my apartment. "What's wrong princess?" you always called me princess but you would say My princess, this was also another moment. I walk closer grabbing your finger tips and I play with them. "I know that you love her." you looked at me puzzled, I put my hand on your chest trying not to cry. I look into those deep green eyes seeing that they weren't as light up anymore. "It's okay Five, I know you love her." I then explained to you all the reasons on why. You agreed you loved her. I cupped your face lightly, wanting one last look of when you are mine. "I love you Five and that's why. I'm letting you go." you grabbed my face but not in the loving way you used to. "I don't want you to leave." I laugh a bit. I whisper in your ear, "Wake up Five." and just like that our relationship was gone. Just like that, you weren't mine. I walked into the kitchen grabbing my bag pack and leaving, she had asked where I was going. "Oh, well I should give you two some alone time." she looks confused. "What? Aren't you and Five dating?" she softly giggled out which tore my heart more, "No, I'm just his friend. He gets nervous around you so I came to ease the tension." her eyes lit up and she got happy. I walked out of the apartment sitting on the stairs, she met your family before I did. We dated for a year and I only met your 2 sisters by complete accident. You weren't even dating her and still within the week you brought her over to meet your family.

Sitting on the stairs of my apartment building contemplating everything. A guy who looked familiar walks up, "Do you know where room 138 is?" I laugh a bit trying not to cry. "Yeah that's my apartment." my voice cracks as I put my face into my knees. "Oh, you're Fives girlfriend." I start laughing as tears flood my face. "No actually. we broke up because he loves another girl." the man around my age sits down starring at me. "I'm sorry." I shrug looking at him. "My names Dolores." he puts his blunt in the other hand fixing his hair, he was beautiful. "Klaus." me and him talked for awhile, we got along better than you and I did. I pointed to the blunt in his hand, "Can I try some?" Klaus looks at me shocked "You've never smoked weed?" I laugh shaking my head no "No actually, Five never wanted me to even though I wanted to." Klaus hands it to me gracefully, we look into each others eyes and I swear I felt a spark. "Thank you my kind sir." I hesitantly brought it to my lips and start coughing like crazy. he laughed so I laughed putting my head on his shoulder. "Looks like you met my brother." we turn around seeing you and her standing hand in hand. I handed the blunt back to Klaus laughing, "And it looks like you two finally got together." Klaus put a hand on his chest in aw, "Little y/n and Five. Super cute." I laugh again leaning my head onto Klaus trying not to cry. He seemed to have known and petted my head gently. 

'The right person, the wrong time The right script, the wrong line The right poem, the wrong rhyme The right beauty, the wrong eyes. And a piece of you that was never mine.'

(AN: Five is 23 and Dolores is 25 and Klaus is 30. Basically, I'm the person speaking and you guys are y/n.)