Fan Fiction - Krasobruslení - Drabbles
Sometimes I think I should be grateful for what we have – don’t they say that friendship is often more valuable than love? Maybe listening to you diss Emanuel’s costumes, rave about sales in Harajuku, or bitch about the federation should be enough. If I accepted you as a friend, it might make life easier. I decide to give it a go.
As you cry in my room after yet another fucked up Worlds performance, curled up on my bed, the urge to pull you closer, hold you and kiss your tears away is so overwhelming that I have to sit on my hands to stop myself. But I manage and think that maybe I will learn to be just friends with you if I try long and hard enough.
Later, much later, when you leave the official party with Joubert, winking at me over your shoulder as you go, I realize that I’m not strong enough to be your friend.