The man who stood behind the semi-permeable curtains saw her move around, taking the recollection of every men that surrounded her - because she was too beautiful to be given up, and this much he knew. So he leaned back with silence, watching her, and suffering because he was simply a label known to her as the "best friend".
Time would have it that she would be seen alone once again, and he saw his chance to claim what was rightfully his. He had played the role far too long, and his feelings could not be kept secret from her - though she had always known since the time they first experimented with each other's lips...something she had chosen to forget as sacrifice to retain their friendship. But he wanted her more than ever. Age, it seemed, was not a matter for him and he knew that it would not matter to her if he only showed her how mature he could appear to be, (and this role he played too well).
And so came the day when she gave in to him, to try what could have been and to live without regrets, until the day that she had to leave the country for unnecessary adventures.
But little did she know that the eyes of those she had lied to were observant and they noticed the truth of what they had always known: he wanted her, and that, secretly, she wanted him.
Their Sundays of spending time together by the light of his basement, watching online videos, were simply a foreshadow to the lies that they were playing - and it was much too visible to hide, though she tried and he tried for their sake.
But now nothing stood in their way - no more strangers to come between him and his feelings for her; nor for her and her feelings for him, (whether they remained physical or driven by their intellect).
Now, he has come to replace her lovers. He is now another pawn to her game - but he no longer cares.
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