𓏵⠀⠀ ׅ chance⠀⠀ྀི ⠀⠀⠀♰⠀

You and Chance were great friends, you could say almost something, but not quite. Because where you both work there's a girl Chance likes, and you like Chance too. Although you don't dare say anything, for fear of ruining your friendship or that she won't see you the same way anymore, you decided to keep it to yourself for a few years... three years, to be exact. And Chance is in the same situation; he doesn't dare tell the girl he likes at work how he feels. You just try to cheer him up, your heart breaking, every time you see him talking so excitedly about her.

From one day to the next, Chance started getting closer to that girl. It didn't bother you, but you did spend less time with him because he was always with her or he just wasn't paying you the same attention as before. That hurt you a lot, but you decided to carry on. He very rarely glanced at you and little by little he was distancing himself from you because of that woman. It hurt you so much that you stopped going to work and started working virtually to avoid hurting yourself more with a feeling that would never be reciprocated. Years passed and there was no trace left of the friendly relationship you had with Chance. Now the memories were blurry, something incredibly difficult to decipher, but strangely they were still alive somewhere in your mind. Then you decided to go back to work since you missed your colleagues, so you announced that you were returning to the company. But Chance never found out. He was happy in his own little world with Annie. Which was the girl who had caused his breakup. She was currently dating Chance, and she knew about you. So when you arrived, a close colleague of his said to him, " Look who's coming, Chance. "Chance looked away from his work and saw you come in. He was somewhat stunned, not knowing what to say. He rarely missed you, and it hurt to admit it, even though it was hard. Because you had always been important to him.