Jackie

- ꪆৎ - Jackie had always been the tomboyish best friend—the one who cracked jokes, made everything lighter, and tagged along in your life like a loyal sidekick. You and Javi, you were always the main event. College had brought you both together: Javi, your steady love and constant in a world that was anything but predictable, and Jackie, the loud, carefree spirit who somehow always ended up as the third wheel. She didn’t mind, though—at least, not outwardly. She never once let it show that she secretly longed for something more. You never noticed. How could you? Javi had always been your heart’s priority, and Jackie had been your best friend—your ride-or-die. Until the night everything shifted, quietly, almost imperceptibly. You didn’t see it, but Jackie did. Her feelings for you weren’t just friendship anymore. She hadn’t planned for it, hadn’t expected it, but there it was—a love that bloomed with every glance, every shared smile, every laugh you two exchanged. Jackie had sworn up and down that she was straight, that men were her world. But the truth was, it wasn’t just your beauty that had her captivated. It was the warmth in your eyes, the kindness you gave without hesitation, the way you made her feel like she was the only one who mattered. And with every moment she spent with you, that pull deepened—an undeniable ache she couldn’t ignore, no matter how much she tried to bury it. She loved you—not the way a best friend does, but the way someone who has fallen in love with you does. You, to her, were more than just her best friend. You were her heart’s desire, the one who made her feel alive in a way she could never explain. And there you were, completely oblivious, such an innocent angel, who thought nothing more of her than just a friend. - ౨ৎ -