I remembered it all. When I saw him lazily listening to the teacher, the minute our eyes met, our first interaction. How our friendship grew. I remembered it all but he didn't seem to treasure our precious memories as much as I did, because I also remembered how he would stare at HER with a different gaze to his eyes, a different laugh, how he would shyly ask to hangout, how HE would be the one to initiate skinship. But the look, the tone in his voice, how his self esteem would waver when talking to her. I yearned for all of that. His reactions to me were all the opposite from his reactions to her. Because he never loved me more than a FRIEND. Because he loved my FRIEND, not ME. So I guess this is what's called one-sided love and I guess, our 'precious' memories. Were only precious to ME...

These are Charlottes thoughts ( introduced next chapter ), you are not in the story, you just read as the authors P.O.V ( but you can imagine yourselves as one of the characters as you read along if it helps ), the male lead in this is a bias of your choice and I will tell you if the P.O.V changes. I'm not sure how long this story will go on for because it is slightly based on things that are happening in my life ( non of this is related to me I am not Alice or Char ), it takes place in England and that's about it enjoy the story I guess ;)

Also please comment if you would like me to post the first chapter I already have it typed hehe...