I noticed my best friend, Shawn's, figure standing outside of my door. His shirt untucked and unbuttoned slightly, his bow tie undone and his hair was disheveled. I pulled myself together, dried my eyes and opened the door.
"y/n-"
"No, I just want to know one thing." I stated. "Do you love me?" He was silent. "Or like me at least?"
He stepped foreword and placed his hand onto my cheek and gently caressed it.
"Of course I love you, y/n, don't be silly." A tear dropped from my eye and he wiped it away. "You're perfect. And that's the problem. You're too perfect and I'm not good enough for you. I never will be."
"But-"
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"I can't be what other people want me to be. I can't live up to their expectations."
"I don't care. I don't care if you think you are not good enough for me! You are, you're more than good enough for me-"
"y/n, please."
I turned on my heels. The wet tears were streaming down my cheeks. I expected him to chase after me, grab my hand, tell me he was sorry and he was wrong but he didn't he just stood there. Lifeless. I slammed the door and raced up to my room.
