MidReal Story
Forbidden Hearts
Scenario: I fell in love with my ex's best friend
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Sarah Jennings
Emily's supportive friend and confidante, friends with Alex, short blonde hair, freckled face, witty and caring
Emily Carter
in love with ex's best friend, friends with Alex and Sarah, long brown hair, green eyes, kindhearted yet conflicted
Alex Thompson
best friend of Emily's ex and secretly in love with Emily, friends with Sarah, tall with dark hair and blue eyes, loyal and conflicted
I was in love with my ex-boyfriend’s best friend.
And I didn’t know what to do about it.
It wasn’t like I’d planned for this to happen.
I’d been dating my boyfriend, Jake, for three years when he broke up with me out of the blue.
He said he needed space and that he wanted to see other people.
I was devastated.
I’d thought we were going to get married one day, and now I was left with nothing but a broken heart and a bunch of unanswered questions.
What had gone wrong?
Had he met someone else?
Was there something I could have done differently?
Chapter 1
The last thing I’d expected was to fall for his best friend.
I’d always been close with Alex, but I’d never felt anything more than friendship for him.
Our relationship had always been strictly platonic.
But when Jake dumped me, Alex was the one who was there for me.
He was the one who held me while I cried, and the one who showed up at my apartment with a grocery bag full of junk food and a bunch of movies to help distract me from the pain of the breakup.
Even though he was close friends with Jake, he never took sides or pressured me to get back together with his friend.
Instead, he stood by me unconditionally, making it clear that he cared about me deeply regardless of my relationship status with Jake.
His actions spoke louder than words.
He’d always been there for me, always supported me when I needed a shoulder to cry on or a friend to talk to.
He never tried to take advantage of me or push me into something I wasn’t ready for.
And now that Jake and I were through, it was becoming more and more apparent that Alex wanted something more than friendship with me—or at least that’s what I thought.
When he kissed me, it felt like my entire world had been turned upside down.
I’d never been kissed like that before.
It was like he was trying to tell me that he’d felt this way all along—that he’d always been in love with me and just hadn’t known how to tell me until now.
Or maybe I was just reading too much into it.
Maybe he didn’t have feelings for me at all.
Maybe he was just trying to help me get over Jake.
I’d never been very good at reading people.
I always seemed to get the wrong end of the stick, no matter how hard I tried to figure out what someone was thinking.
It was one of the reasons I’d had such a hard time understanding why Jake had broken up with me in the first place.
There never seemed to be a clear answer—just a bunch of vague excuses that didn’t make any sense.
Jake’s words echoed in my head as he walked away from me that day.
"I need space."
"I want to see other people."
"I think we should break up."
But he didn’t mean any of it—he couldn’t have, not after everything we’d been through together.
We’d been together for three years, and he’d never once mentioned that he wasn’t happy.
If anything, he’d always seemed more in love with me than ever.
We talked about getting married and having kids all the time.
And I didn’t know what to do about it.
It wasn’t like I’d planned for this to happen.
I’d been dating my boyfriend, Jake, for three years when he broke up with me out of the blue.
He said he needed space and that he wanted to see other people.
I was devastated.
I’d thought we were going to get married one day, and now I was left with nothing but a broken heart and a bunch of unanswered questions.
What had gone wrong?
Had he met someone else?
Was there something I could have done differently?
I spent the next few weeks crying into my pillow and eating ice cream straight from the carton, trying to figure out where things had gone wrong.
The last thing I’d expected was to fall for his best friend.
I’d always been close with Alex, but I’d never felt anything more than friendship for him.
Our relationship had always been strictly platonic.
But when Jake dumped me, Alex was the one who was there for me.
He was the one who held me while I cried, and the one who showed up at my apartment with a grocery bag full of junk food and a bunch of movies to help distract me from the pain of the breakup.
Even though he was close friends with Jake, he never took sides or pressured me to get back together with his friend.
Instead, he stood by me unconditionally, making it clear that he cared about me deeply regardless of my relationship status with Jake.
His actions spoke louder than words.
He’d always been there for me, always supported me when I needed a shoulder to cry on or a friend to talk to.
He never tried to take advantage of me or push me into something I wasn’t ready for.
And now that Jake and I were through, it was becoming more and more apparent that Alex wanted something more than friendship with me—or at least that’s what I thought.
When he kissed me, it felt like my entire world had been turned upside down.
I’d never been kissed like that before.
It was like he was trying to tell me that he’d felt this way all along—that he’d always been in love with me and just hadn’t known how to tell me until now.
Or maybe I was just reading too much into it.
Maybe he didn’t have feelings for me at all.
Maybe he was just trying to help me get over Jake.
I’d never been very good at reading people.
I always seemed to get the wrong end of the stick, no matter how hard I tried to figure out what someone was thinking.
It was one of the reasons I’d had such a hard time understanding why Jake had broken up with me in the first place.
There never seemed to be a clear answer—just a bunch of vague excuses that didn’t make any sense.
Jake’s words echoed in my head as he walked away from me that day.
"I need space."
"I want to see other people."
"I think we should break up."
But he didn’t mean any of it—he couldn’t have, not after everything we’d been through together.
We’d been together for three years, and he’d never once mentioned that he wasn’t happy.
If anything, he’d always seemed more in love with me than ever.
We talked about getting married and having kids all the time.
And then one day, out of the blue, he decided that it was over between us.
I didn’t understand how he could just walk away like that—how he could be so cold and heartless after everything we’d been through together.
Chapter 2
"I need space."
"I want to see other people."
"I think we should break up."
But he didn’t mean any of it—he couldn’t have, not after everything we’d been through together.
We’d been together for three years, and he’d never once mentioned that he wasn’t happy.
If anything, he’d always seemed more in love with me than ever.
We talked about getting married and having kids all the time.
And then one day, out of the blue, he decided that it was over between us.
I didn’t understand how he could just walk away like that—how he could be so cold and heartless after everything we’d been through together.
It was Alex who had been there for me when Jake left me on the bench outside the coffee shop where we first met.
He was the one who talked me out of doing something stupid that night.
It was Alex who held me when I cried and told me everything would be okay when all I could think about was how much I wanted to die.
He was the one who convinced me to go out for dinner when all I wanted to do was stay locked up in my apartment, feeling sorry for myself.
He was the one who sat next to me on the couch and watched movies with me for hours on end, even though I knew he had better things to do, and even though I knew it wasn’t healthy for us to be spending so much time together.
It was Alex who was always there for me, no matter what, and it was Alex who would always be there for me, no matter what.
But there were times when I couldn’t help but feel like I was taking advantage of him—that he was just putting up with me because he felt sorry for me or because he didn’t want to see me get hurt any more than I already had. "I don’t want to end up alone," I told him one night, after we’d been watching movies together at his place for hours on end, well into the early hours of the morning. "I know you don’t," he said softly, looking over at me from where he sat on the couch next to me, our legs tangled together under the blanket that we were sharing as we watched the movie on his television screen.
"I’m going to be okay," I said, even though it wasn’t true.
"It’s going to take some time, but I’ll get over it eventually."
He nodded, his eyes never leaving mine.
"I know you will."
"I’m glad you’re here," I said softly, looking away from him as my eyes filled with tears.
"It’s comforting to know that you’re here for me, even though you don’t have to be."