hi babes. i'm back. after spending a lot of time reading manga/manhua books to get inspiration, i am finally back. i've recovered like 50% of my writer's block but i still want to keep writing for you guys. sorry for taking so long :c and yes, i am finally trying something new. along the way of trying to write again i realised that i've written too much generic love stories where the main ship aLWAYS ends up together and i wanna change that. i'm only going to improve from today onwards.

ok to the long-overdue story

also sorry for my "short"(it was like half a year gosh) haitus...

/le opening music playz

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if ur a weeb like me u would know what this is inspired by lolol. disclaimer: inspired, not recreated as luka's pov and yes i strongly believe the song is from the guy's pov anyone wanna fight me

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Just be friends

Both of us sat still on the same bed, neither of us wanting to break the silence. Our bodies were a few inches apart...but why? What was so different about today? Just a few weeks ago we were laughing in absolute bliss as he looked at me with such glossy, warm eyes, but today it felt worse than being in solitude. It was dead silent, only the noises from our awkward shuffling around and his quiet sighs resounded around my bedroom. We couldn't even dare to look at each other. I really didn't expect anything bad to happen, I only hoped that it was just one of those bad days couples go through. However, the truth I had always pretended to be oblivious to was too inevitable to escape.

Startling me out of my paranoid thoughts, he gently embraced my right hand with his left. A broken voice escaped from his quivering lips as my body started to tremble and shake, trying to hold back my stupid, stubborn emotions. The truth that can't bear to be avoided forever...

"What's happening between us?"

I shook my head profusely, closing my eyes, trying to refuse our current situation and then we exchanged melancholic glances at each other, and that was when I nearly broke down. 'Nothing is wrong,' I wanted to say but then I would be lying to myself only to gain a bittersweet relationship with him. 

"Dying," I remorsely muttered truthfully, "It's dying. Our happiness. Every. Single. Day." Drops of tears streaked down my face, but I couldn't show him how broken I was. Picking up my broken fragments came after I had a proper talk with him. I tried to cover my face with my hair, but he grasped my hand and wiped away my wet tears tenderly with his other hand. His eyes told me it w