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Written for my Wonderwoman

And Yet

It's hard to watch, but you cannot take your eyes from her. Even wrapped around him, she is flawless. You've watched her for so long, sang by her side, laughed and joked, you've even shared a bed during late night rehearsals.

And yet…

She doesn't look at you the way she looks at him. She doesn't light up when she hears your voice. She doesn't sing for you, she only sings with you.

She's never held your hand or kissed your lips. Unlike him.

And yet…

You're the one she runs too when he fucks up. You're the one with the comforting arms, and the kind words, and you're the one who make her smile, albeit watery, when you tell her that he'll never be good enough for her.

That should be enough for you. That you can cheer her up when he messes up. That she runs to you when life is shit.

It should be enough that you're her best friend.

And yet…

And yet it's not. Because after a long hour of holding her, of listening to her rant, or wiping her tears away, you kiss her.

Softly.

Gently.

And you know she's going to push you away, going to shout at you for your actions. You know you're about to lose your friend.

And yet…

She kisses you back.

Hard.

Passionately.

It's perfect.

You worry about it being a rebound, about her regretting you, about losing her.

Until you don't. Because she smiles at you and caresses your cheek, and you know.

He thought he could steal her from you.

And yet…

She's yours.