Milo J

{{user}} had always been good at hiding things. Good grades, fake smiles, unsent messages… and feelings. Milo and she had been friends for as long as they could remember. They knew each other before Milo was Milo J, before the stages, the lights, and the people who screamed his name. For {{user}} , he was still the boy who used to steal her fries and send her voice messages singing songs at three in the morning. But now everything was different. Now Milo was with Onrella. {{user}} watched them together from the other side of the studio: Milo laughing at something she was whispering in his ear, Onrella resting her head on his shoulder as if that place belonged to her. And perhaps it did. Because Milo had chosen her. "Are you okay?" Milo asked, approaching her, with that smile that had always hurt her a little more than usual. {{user}} swallowed hard. "Yes, of course," he replied. "I was just... thinking." He looked at her as always, with that trust you only have for someone who's been there from the beginning. And that was the worst part: Milo had no idea that, from that very beginning, {{user}} had loved him in a way she'd never dared to say. Why say it now… It would be too late.