𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚?

For some, it is the friendship cultivated through years of understanding, as for others, it is the attraction that cannot be overlooked. Sometimes it is even something that one cannot achieve over a span of time.

This was all true for Clara Sheldon.

In her 22 years of life, she has known Kyle for a good 18 years. At the young age of 4, she met a young boy who was the best friend of Alexander.

The friendship grew over the years, and Clara started feeling emotions as time progressed. Even though they were never in the same class, they knew about each other more than any classmates.

Maybe when you spend so much time together, their existence becomes a part of your life, like a habit.

For all three of them, they were each other's family. They knew about each other's secrets and desires. As Clara was the youngest one, she was spoiled and pampered by the two.

As she entered college, Kyle and Alexander visited her often. She made a lot of friends, and one such friend was Layla Sparks.

A girl as humble as the sky. She was pretty, friendly, and respected boundaries.

Maybe because of her nature, she became best friends with Clara, and thus the struggle started. Layla knew that Clara liked Kyle and that those feelings were deep.

Layla started meeting the boys in the hope of becoming friends and soon began feeling for both. Clara was ignorant of all this.

Clara only knew that Alexander might have a good impression of Layla. She even wanted to help him, but it all changed on the wedding day of Dave Black, Kyle's older brother.

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In the dept was night Clara and Alexander were strolling through the garden of Blake Manson.

"Wait, Clara, Kyle might be nearby," Alexander groaned as he moved his long leg to match Clara's hurried steps.

"I am just worried." It has been more than an hour that Kyle left the reception hall. He was not even in his room. Clara wanted to slow down, but her legs had their own brain and refused to stop.

"I think I see him" As soon as Alexander's voice dried, Clara's had a bad feeling.

Following Alexander's eyes, Clara's body shook. Was she angry? Disappointed? she did not know.

Clara could see Kyle back from a distance, but his strong back was caged within two slim hands.

Was she mistaken? She must be, right?

Kyle's lowered his head and kissed the small petite person in his arms. Clara wanted to kill someone, her eyes were flooded with water. Her legs had no power for a single step. She wanted to escape this reality.

Alexander lowered his head, and his heart broke. He supported Clara while his eyes burned with anger. All he wanted to do was break Kyle's face.

Alexander was a ruthless person, to begin with, he was known for his bad temper, but it was never directed towards his friends. But now he just wanted to...

As they turned, Clara's hand was suddenly gripped in a stronghold.

"Let me explain," Layla's sound shuddered. Layla was stuffed with sorrow and grief.

Layla raised her eyes up and stared at Alexander. There was hurt on his face.

Everyone knew Clara's feelings for Kyle, including the person in question. Kyle never acknowledged nor denied it. He was just indifferent towards it.

"Layla, wait inside," Kyle walked towards them with calm steps. His hand ran through his hair in frustration.

Layla was dejected. She wanted to explain, but she also knew that this was not the right time.

"Clara," the voice that once filled her life with flowers was now piercing her like sharp thorns.