It Hurts I wiped my sweaty palms on my jeans out of nervousness. My heart, hammering against my ears. My cheeks, tinted with red. If only I can just calm down. I feel vexed and uncomfortable. I don't know how it started in the first place. It was an innocent crush at the beginning and then it blossomed into something. I have to get this out or else I might explode. The bell rang, school was over. Another day over. I bit my lip and looked at him. He was talking with his friends, his brown eyes gleaming with joy. His hair was disheveled but it looked good on him. His skin was flawless and perfect. He was perfect. But how can I be so sure? That's because he's my best friend and I know him more than anyone does. I felt my heart flutter as his eyes strayed to me. He waved at me, which I returned. Oh dear, here he comes. It's now or never. "Hello," he said. He smiled warmly at me which made my knees go weak. It sounded so cliche but that's how I am feeling. "Hello," I said with a steady voice. I mentally patted my head for not stuttering. "So, you ready to go home?" He asked. When he said home, he meant hang out. But it will be so good to live in a dream where I can live with him and fall in love with each other. I was about to open my mouth when she suddenly showed up. The girl. It's her. The one. "Hey, love." She kissed his lips. It felt like a stab in my back. "Hey," He smiled at her, his eyes full of love. And that's when I realized....that I have no chance. It's pointless to say what I'm feeling. It can't change anything. She turned to me and gave me a small smile. She knows. She knows what I feel. "So, girls...?" He wrapped his arm around her petite frame. She was perfect in every way. How do I know? Because she's my sister, my twin sister. She's better than me at everything. She even won his heart. "I-I have to go to the library. Uhmm... I have to go borrow a book" I said, clearing my throat. I just have to get away. I was close to tearing apart. I can feel my eyes burn, tears threatening to come out. I bit my cheek to stop ig. "Oh, well, we can wait-" He started. "No!" I cut him off. "I'm fine, I'll just walk home," my eyes turned to my sister. Her eyes were apologizing. Why? You shouldn't be sorry. You're lucky you have him. "But-" He was so stubborn, but I have to really get away from them. A good hundred miles should be good. "No, really, I'm fine. Just go," I gave them one last smile, a weak one, as I walk away. I felt a tear roll down my cheek, and I was praying that he didn't see that. It hurt, it truly hurts. But I can't do anything about it. Because he wasn't mine.