Bye Bye Virginity - S01 E13

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Bye Bye Virginity - S01 E13

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 13

"Brandon?" I finally asked, "I thought, well, I thought you two were just friends?"

"We are...that's the thing." She said as her eyes fell to the ground. I could see the sadness within them as I began to understand her situation a little better. "We are just friends. We've always been friends. He barely notices me, it's like he only sees me as...like...I don't know...one of the guys?"

"Oh." Was all I could manage to say. I mean what was I suppose to say? It's not like I was used to that kind of thing. I've never had to try and console someone before. But at the same time I knew how she felt, to like a guy who didn't care, didn't feel the same way. I saw the sorrow in her eyes and I felt that same emotion within me.

Karis attempted to brush it off, "It's okay," I gave her a skeptical look. "Really it is, it's been like this for years and I've grown used to it." Although she sounded confident her eyes betrayed her anguish.

"Have you ever told him?" I questioned her.

She shook her head before speaking in barely a whisper, "No..."

I continued to interrogate her, "Why not?"

"You wouldn't understand," she mumbled.

"Try me."

She sighed heavily, "Have you ever liked a guy so much that when you were apart your heart just aches, like you were an addict and he was your drug? But when you were together you knew you could never truly be together, sure you could talk, laugh and hang out but you could never actually be in his arms. Do you understand how much pain it causes me to love a guy and never know whether or not he loves me back?"

I almost wanted to nod my head at her but I managed to prevent myself from doing so. It was like Karis had been actually speaking on my behalf, like she had been relaying everything I truly felt deep down. The strong feelings I felt towards Damen that I always hid, I always tried to avoid and ignore them hoping they would go away. No matter what Damen did to me, how much he embarrassed or hurt me the good memories always seemed to overpower the bad.

"Then why don't you just tell him how you feel?" I asked, knowing that it was easier said than done.

"Because!" She cried out, her eyes began to swell up with tears. "I'm scared! It hurts so much thinking that he might not feel the same way that I do, just imagining that tears me up inside. Can you imagine how much more it would hurt if I knew for sure that he didn't feel the same way? It would destroy me!"