The Abyss Called Unrequited Love

Lena was standing by the door of James' house, waiting for the door to open. The door opened shortly after she knocked, and again the butler was standing there. "Welcome, miss," the butler said, looking away from Lena, as usual. Lena walked in as usual, and saw James sitting on the couch, reading.

She was afraid to break the silence, partially because she did not want to disturb the beauty that James had when he concentrates. His beauty is like no other. Instead of speaking, Lena decided to quietly sit down beside him, and wait for him to notice her.

As soon as she sat, James looked up at her, his blue eyes seemed to be smiling. "Lena," he said, "I'm so glad you're here."

Lena was happy to hear that, but she knew, deep within her heart, that his meaning was not what she wished. She knew that in his heart she was just a friend. Still, she decided to respond. "Did you find the girl again yet?"

She almost winced when she spoke those words. How can he leave her, his best friend, for a girl he never actually met? Was he insane? His response was exactly as she suspected: "Not yet."

His response made her slightly, although only slightly, feel better. She still had a chance to win his heart. There is no way she could lose to a complete stranger.

She looked at his sad look, and her happiness seemed to decrease to sadness. She hated seeing him upset, and she hated the girl who made him this way. "Did you at least find out her name?"

The sad look got worse, and Lena regretted her words. She wanted to cheer him up but she did not know how. He answered, "no. Not yet."

Lena could not bare to see James like this. "Don't be so upset! You'll find out eventually." The moment these words came out, Lena regretted it. She was just leading him on, even deeper into the abyss called unrequited love.

James did not notice how upset Lena became, and smiled when he heard her words. "You're right. I will learn her name soon. I have no reason to worry."

Lena saw his smile and was stunned. She smiled back at him, and forgot all her worries, even though they were what she needed most. How could she live with only being her love's best friend, and not his lover?