His name is Solomon, my great king. Bright, curious, sapphire eyes that are filled with warmth. Dark blue locks in a long messy braid that fall down his back. Dressed in robes of white, gold, and red matched with a golden crown on his head. He can be blunt, but he's compassionate. He's never afraid to tell people what he thinks of them. I was certain of that. Always carrying a book around with him, there's nothing that fascinates him more than learning about other species, cultures, and their way of life. He behaves like an excited child when he finds something really interesting. And there's so much more that I loved about him. And I do love him; I always have.
Solomon treasures and respects us immensely, after all, we're his friends. That's it. Just friends. I run my gaze across the reflecting glass. Just some princess stares back at me, and not a happy one at that. But I try to be content. Her eyes are (e/c), red, and swollen. Hair that's (h/c) and in a tangled mess from tossing and turning all night plus my laziness to style it hangs around my face. I try to fit my (gold/silver) crown on the mess in hopes that it will make some improvement. That I could twirl my finger and look more.. fitting. Maybe even more like her: his fiance. My eyes droop down to my feet, which are peeking out of the end of my (f/c) robe. The hints of (2/f/c) that lace it blur in my vision.
I had known Solomon since we were kids. We had practically grown up together. I hadn't known him as long as some of the others, but I was one of the closest to him. I didn't ever think that bond of ours could ever be shattered. My feelings, though hidden, were not the cause as I once expected. While they did play a role, the only person I ever told was Ugo. Since then, he and I had talked a lot. You could say we were the best of friends. It was easy to talk to someone who wasn't.. well, Solomon. Solomon and I get along great and all, but I get so nervous sometimes. I mean.. he's so gorgeous, and I just.. well, you get what I mean! So instead, Ugo is my go to. Especially if it has something to do with Solomon, how do you rant to someone about themself? It only makes everyone confused.
I couldn't stand to think about how he might react if I confessed. I knew he could be quite blunt and direct, but I hoped he'd let me down gently. Mostly I just hoped he felt the same. It was unfair to fall for someone who didn't love you back. But of course, reality is cruel.
Sheba was a friend. And when she started developing feelings for him, I knew I couldn't tell her. And I couldn't support her either because of my own. Solomon didn't ever notice her feelings, so I assumed he paid no mind to mine either. Especially now. I watched her advancements to ask him out to which he'd politely ignore. It made me feel a bit happy though, that maybe, just maybe, I had a chance. But since they became lovers, we'd been distant. Not just Sheba and I, but Solomon too. I never thought anything could come between us.
But he was distant first! I was just.. I was just.. trying to respect that. It's not, b-because I was hurt. I tried. I really did. But I couldn't tear apart two friends. Even the thought seemed too childish. Sh*t. Now I'm crying. I'm sorry for this mess, today's just..
The wedding. My eyes stare at the invite. Fancy cursive writing celebrating these "happily taken" lovers. I know they're just trying to include all of us, but why did this feel like a declaration? Either one of competition or one of avoidance. Quite simply, it hurt.
There comes a knock at the door, it must be Ugo coming here to pick me up. When I don't reply, I hear the door gently slide open. "(y/n)? You in there?" He lets out a sigh. "There you are, let's go," he smiles at me. He's so calm as he steps inside.
"I can't go like this.." I whine, pointing to my smeared mascara and puffy red eyes, "Just go without me!" But with the look on his face, I know that wasn't an option for him.
"Do you want me to stay?" I don't answer, and it's silent. I can hear his footsteps as he approaches me. Holding his arms out, I turn to face him before jumping into his embrace. He runs a gentle hand along my back, "It'll be okay, just let it out." My sobs are muffled and blurred by soft fabric.
"Why is it so hard.." I cry, barely understandable, "I like him so much, so why?"
He runs a careful hand through my tangled (h/c) locks. His arms tighten around me, letting me know he understands. "If only we could understand why.. but I think sometimes it's just fate. Maybe there's someone out there who deserves you more. That's what I tell myself anyway, but even I can't give up on that, maybe, she'll return my feelings."
"Does it ever get better? At least these feelings?" I clutch the (f/c) fabric around my chest, closing my eyes shut.
"If only it was an easy answer. But how should I know? It could. For me, I have days I feel fine. And then there are others where it hurts more than I can bear. But I'll tell you one thing," Ugo leans down to whisper in my ear, "He's really missing out."
"Thank you," I can't help but chuckle.
"Anything for you, beautiful," he teases shyly, sliding up his glasses as he avoids my eyes.
"You're the best friend I could ever ask for!" I exclaim.
"Yeah.." he mutters, but he seems a bit off. I'm grateful for the company though. It's nice to have at least one friend I can always rely on.