Her four closest best friend's, only friends.
Theodore, Draco, Tom, Mattheo.
A group that allows no one to come into their circle, no one dares to, they know better.
And Morana, the best friend's precious darling, only theirs. The person that keeps...
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September 2nd 1995. __
Morana so thoughtfully left us in the hall. Muttering quickly, 'I have to get ready.' Before saluting Theodore, and he did it back gracefully—No. With a massive smile, so bright, it lightened up her whole face.
Then, she turned and ran down the hall. In heels. And I swear I would have picked her up to carry her, if I hadn't seen her run in heels multiple times before.
It's Morana. Our Morana.
My mates, have already left, too. Not long after Morana. They have gone to the locker room. I have been inside there once. And you will never see me inside there again. Bloody hell, it smells unholy. It's awful.
I dread the day I have to go back in there. I might faint. I don't see how they quite handle it. I would quit the team, honestly. Do they not clean the room?
"Sick bastards." I mumbled. Whilst I shook my head lightly. I was in my room, my brown bag in hand. I had already stuffed mine and Morana's books in there.
Along with her blanket. And if I ask so nicely, she lets me use it too. Though I've seen her from the corner of my eye before. And she sneaks some on me, though right when I catch her glance she looks away quickly. As always.
She always thinks I'll get cold. And fuck if it doesn't make my heart thump wildly.
I mean, it does get cold out there on the stands. That's why I make her bring the blanket. And now, it has just become a habit.
She's. So. Fucking. Precious.
And mine. I would lose my mind if I lost her. I would go completely mad. There is nothing I wouldn't do for her.
Nothing.
And I know the othersfeelthesame. For how they look at her, talk about her. How they talk about her to me. They get so fucking excited and happy to talk about her.
Even when she's not here. She's always the topic of our conversations. And hell, if I don't feel the same. Though I've always tried to hide it.
I don't do well with my emotions. And I think our group is the only ones who know that. Because I hide it well.
I hide that we love her more than 'best friends,' mates.' Those words fume things inside of me I didn't know were possible.
They bring the worst out of not just me, but Mattheo, Draco, and Theodore. And when she even tries to utter those words, we try to change the topic.
