UNREQUITED LOVE WITH . . . GOJO SATORU
“ I've loved you for seven years now. ”
An awkward silence passed through the room, Satoru kept his gaze glued to the ground. You knew from the start, Satoru never liked you back. but still— the feeling you hold for him is just ... too much.
You've been keeping it for years— and you think you're going to die if you have to go on another year hiding it. Still, Satoru doesn't respond to your confession.
“ I know you don't love me back, and I know you like someone else— ” You laughed, but there was no humor in it. “ But it's been years since I've kept this secret. And I can't just ... I can't just keep it to myself anymore. ” A sigh escapes your lips.
Satoru doesn't know what to reply, because you're right. He never saw you that way. To him, you were just... a good friend. But he never saw you in a romantic way— not once.
And after this, he knows that you'll slip away. You'll slowly distance yourself from him, because seeing him just reminds you that he doesn't like you back.
He wishes that he felt the same, that he liked you back so that you'll stay in his life— but no. Love is something you can't force, because it comes naturally. No one can force themselves to love or unlove someone.
And you know, that Satoru will never look your way. It breaks your heart slowly, and it's a hard pill to swallow— but it's one that you have to endure. You'll just have to accept that Satoru's eyes are looking at another woman, and that woman is not you.
Satoru isn't the man that you'll meet in the altar. He isn't the one that's going to put a ring on your finger, and he certainly isn't the man that's going to give you a family.
Satoru is just .. your friend. your best friend.
You will never see his last name next to yours, you will never be able to wrap your arms around his neck, or sleep next to him while cuddling under the sheets. You will never hear him whisper ‘ I love you ’.
Maybe, in your dreams, he is that man.
In your dreams, he's holding your one year old baby, making her laugh with the funny faces that he makes, and her laugh echoes throughout the house. In your dreams, he holds you every night, placing a kiss on your temple.
But they will remain only a dream— a figment of your imagination.
So you mutter a low goodbye, leaving Satoru behind.
note : I swore to never come back to this account but i had fics sitting in my drafts here so ... ueueue rewrote this one + probably a bad attempt at angst lolol .. anw heyy @satoruologyy 🤚🤚💥💥 barely proof-read ... ahahahaha lolz
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