Like A Black Rose. {UNDER MAJOR EDITING}

Chapter 11- Ignorance is Bliss..Not.

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Chapter 11- Ignorance is Bliss. Not.

'The best people all have some kind of scar.',- Kiera Cass

 While Anna was talking animatedly about how she much she liked Chris, I just watched her lips moving.

I couldn’t hear anything.

I was flabbergasted, astonished, astound, shocked but not surprised.

How could I forget this was going to happen? I knew this was going to happen. I just knew it.

I had realized it when she was hung-over.

But, I had failed to remember it.

I had just not remembered the fact that my best friend was five steps away from liking my strong crush.

Hot tears burned in my eyes and began to roll down my cheeks.

Just when I thought I perhaps loved him, my best friend comes and tells me she loves him.

Two best friend liking the same person. This cliché never ends well.

It never does.

History has proven this.

But how could I be so stupid? How could I almost love someone without knowing much about him?

‘Are you seriously telling yourself this?’ My subconscious snorted. ‘Are you trying to fool yourself by saying that you know nothing about him? He himself said that apart from his mother, you are the only one who knows everything about him!’

Sadly, I had to agree on this one.

Yes, I knew everything about him. But he said that I reminded him of his mother.

Mother! Not even a friend!

This is not fair.

My eyes were burning and those hot tears could not stop!

Perhaps if I could tell Ann? Yes, she would understand.

But it isn’t fair on her side. I can’t make her forget about her love.

“Di! Di! Diana!”

This voice snapped me out of the daze.

I hastily wiped away the tears and put on my smile- a fake one.

With years of learning how to fake a smile, this was not new to me.

I was glad that I had not forgotten to fake a smile after months of smiling, for real.

I again tightly closed my eyes, causing more ears to flow freely.

I just wished all this was a dream. A nightmare.

I wanted to clamor all this anger and this frustration.

Perhaps, perhaps Anna and Chris are good for each other!

They would make a splendid couple!

Both of them are equally good-looking and equally rich. Both of them are infallible.