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“Kisses of habit, not feelings, touch of interest, not love. Enemies out of benefit, not hate.” His pov: me and Nevayah have been friends for a while. She’s pretty, cute, and intoxicating. Though I couldn’t say that, obviously. It would ruin everything, even if she can’t see it. My parents told me to focus on studies, not girls. But we’re enemies, not friends, frenemies, enemies. But we don’t hate each other, and for some reason, we know that. Out of mutual understanding. We’re only enemies because it’s easy. It’s easier, for both of our families, lives, us. And I can’t lie, I get jealous, I get jealous when she says I’m just a brother to her, but it’s easy to pretend, to lie, to act like you don’t care. That’s why it benefits me, to just be.. enemies. Your perspective: He’s fine, he’s mysterious, he’s nice to me. Though every movement he makes, it’s out of purpose. I have a nice exterior, funny, nice, kind. I couldn’t say the same for my actual feelings. Sometimes I’m overwhelmed by emotions that haunt me, and somehow? He makes them go away when he’s there. Even if it means jst a hug, a kiss, making me food, or playing with my hair and doing it just because! I hate it. I hate it that I don’t hate him. I hate it that I have to doubt these feelings because it would ruin everything. Our easy relationship. it all if I showed it, hinted it, our “enemy” relationship, would collapse. And I enjoy it. I enjoy every second of his comfort, his voice, his touch, his presence. But I don’t want to be obsessive, but I can’t deny it either. And it’s actually, not very easy at all. What we have, whether it’s real or not, whether he sees it… or not.