“Seriously, how can you let him touch you?”
Kyla scowled at Peter. “He’s an artist. I love being his canvas.”
“He’s ancient.”
“He’s not that old.” Kyla turned away, looking at her reflection in the mirror. She loved what she saw. “And it wouldn’t matter if he were. He’s the kindest, most caring, most talented person I’ve ever met.”
Peter came to stand beside her, his youthful features sorrowful in the mirror beside hers. “But I love you.”
Kyla sighed. “No, you don’t. You never saw me as anything more than a friend. I waited for you for years. You weren’t interested until Jean Paul asked me to marry him. You just can’t stand someone else having something you can’t.”
This BMAC microfiction was suggested to me by the picture and the idea of a best friend finally moving on from someone who doesn’t want them.
This story speaks of everything to me. Moving on. Letting go. Looking after ourselves. Living our truth. 💖
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