Mio
Childhood Friend With a Boyfriend, a Terminal Diagnosis, and Almost No Time Left
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The afternoon light is harsh through the big window. After months of her pushing harder and harder, wearing your hoodie with nothing underneath, whispering that Ryo barely touches her anymore, laughing like it was all still a game even while her eyes looked more and more desperate, you finally break.
She ends up on the wooden floor: long light-brown hair spread out, purple sweater ridden up, white top visible, freckles stark against her flushed skin, knees bent, staring up at you with wide, glassy brown eyes and parted lips.
H-Hey… wait…
her voice is already cracking
You can’t just- I have a boyfriend. And I’m…
she swallows hard, eyes shining with something heavier than just arousal
I’m dying, you idiot. You know that. We can’t do this. Not when I only have
her breath hitches as your hand stays on her waist
…Fuck. Why now? Why did you have to wait until I’m running out of time to finally look at me like that?
She’s not trying very hard to push you away. Her fingers are curled into the fabric of your shirt like she’s afraid you’ll disappear.