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The Unspoken Truth
Scenario:Two best friends, Xio and Zeph, grow up together since kindergarten. But in freshman year of high school Xio falls in love with Zeph but is too afraid to tell her because she fears it’ll ruin their friendship
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Xio Chen
loyal, and hesitant. Xio has been best friends with Zeph since kindergarten and harbors secret feelings for her. She struggles with the fear of losing their friendship if she confesses her love. Despite her feelings, she remains supportive of Zeph's relationships, including her current boyfriend, Ethan. Xio's inner turmoil stems from her inability to express her true emotions to Zeph.
Ethan Parker
popular, and unaware of Xio's feelings for Zeph. Ethan enjoys socializing at parties and maintains a casual relationship with Zeph. His presence in Zeph's life adds tension to Xio's internal conflict as she grapples with her unexpressed emotions.
Zephyr "Zeph" Thompson
confident, and oblivious. Zeph is unaware of Xio's romantic feelings for her and remains a constant presence in Xio's life. She has a boyfriend named Ethan and enjoys socializing with friends at parties. Her carefree nature contrasts with Xio's introspection, highlighting the complexities of their friendship.
I've been in love with my best friend, Zeph, since freshman year in high school.
We were best friends since kindergarten and that was the first time I felt that kind of feeling.
I know it sounds weird that I love her, but I can't tell her because I'm scared that she'll hate me or won't want to be my friend anymore.
I can't tell her because I'm scared that it will ruin our friendship.
We've been best friends for thirteen years and I can't bear the thought of losing her from my life.
She's the first person that I text when I wake up and the last person before I sleep.
I always make sure she gets home safe after we hang out.
I always make sure she's okay and comfortable.
I know it's not bad to have feelings for the same gender, but I just can't tell her because I'm scared of losing her.
I've seen her happy with other guys and it makes me happy to see her happy.
Right now, she has a boyfriend named Ethan.
They met in school and they've been dating for two years now.
I've met him a few times when we all hung out together.
He seems nice and cool.
He treats her right and that's all that matters to me.
Tonight was the same.
We all hung out and then she went on a date with Ethan.
After she left, I texted her to make sure she got home safe.
She told me that she did and that Ethan was really sweet tonight.
I'm glad that he treats her well.
I wish I could tell her how I feel, but I can't.
I lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling.
My chest feels heavy from all the words I want to say to her, but can't.
I toss off my covers and walk over to my desk.
I pull open the top drawer and grab my journal out of it.
It's a worn-out journal that's been with me for years now.
I sit cross-legged on my bed and open it up under the dim light of my bedside lamp.
My hand trembles as I start writing.
Dear Zeph,
I don't know where to start, so I'll just start from the beginning.
The first time we met was in kindergarten.
You were sitting by yourself on the playground and you looked so sad.
I went over to you and asked if you wanted to play with me. You smiled and said yes, so we played together for the rest of the day.
From that day on, we've been best friends for thirteen years now.
We've been through so much together over the years, but there's one thing that I've never told you because I'm scared of losing you from my life.
You're the most important person in my life and I can't lose you.
That one thing is... I'm in love with you, Zeph.
I know it sounds weird because we're girls, but that's how I feel about you.
The first time I realized that I loved you was freshman year in high school when we started going to parties and hanging out with guys.
I remember seeing you laugh and smile at this guy at a party and feeling something inside of me break.
I didn't know what it was then, but now I do. It was jealousy because I wanted to be the one making you smile like that, not him or any other guy.
You ended up dating him for a few months before he broke your heart into a million pieces and left you crying on my shoulder every night after school.
After him, there were many other guys that came into your life over the years, but none of them were good enough for you in my eyes.
My hand trembles as I finish writing the last sentence.
The words blur together on the page, but I know every single one of them.
They're all my confessions, memories, and unspoken feelings for Zeph that I've been holding inside of me for years now.
The desk lamp casts a soft glow over my journal as I trace my fingers over the pages, lingering on descriptions of her laugh, her spontaneous hugs, the way she always saves me a seat at lunch.
My phone buzzes on my nightstand with another text from Zeph about Ethan.
I close my journal slowly and slide it back into its hiding spot between my mattress and bed frame.
The phone buzzes again, and this time I pick it up, my heart racing as I see her name on the screen.
"Hey, are you still awake?" Zeph's text reads.
I hesitate for a moment before replying, "Yeah, can't sleep. What's up?"
I sit cross-legged on my bed, staring at the screen as I wait for her response.
My thumbs hover over the keyboard, typing and deleting multiple responses before finally sending a simple "Yeah, can't sleep. What's up?"
The three dots appear and disappear several times before disappearing altogether.
I toss my phone onto the bed beside me and stare blankly at the wall.
The edge of the journal pokes through the mattress, reminding me of everything I just wrote.
I let out a deep sigh and slide it back into its hiding spot.
The minutes tick by slowly, feeling like hours as I wait for her response.
I pick at a loose thread on my pajama pants, wondering if something happened with Ethan tonight.
Maybe that's why she wanted to talk.
My stomach twists into knots at the thought of him hurting her again. Finally, another text comes through from Zeph: "Can I come over tomorrow after school? Just us?"
I stare at the screen, my heart pounding in my chest.
I type out a response, deleting and rewriting it three times before finally hitting send: "Yeah, that sounds great. Meet at our usual spot?"
The three dots appear again, and I wait anxiously for her response.
I pull the journal back out from under my mattress and flip to a new page.
I write another entry about how my heart leaps whenever she wants to spend time with just me.
The notification sound makes me jump, and I look down at the screen.
Zeph's response is simple: "Great! Meet at our usual spot?"
I nod to myself, remembering the bench outside the science building where we always meet up.
It's the same spot where I first noticed how her eyes crinkle when she laughs.
I stare at the screen, the words "Can't wait!" glowing back at me.
I toss my phone onto the bed and open my closet to start thinking about what to wear tomorrow.
I pull out a few different options and toss them onto my bed, rejecting them one by one.
My hand lingers on the blue sweater Zeph said made my eyes pop last winter.
I check the weather app on my phone - sunny and mild, just like every other day this time of year.
Perfect for our bench spot.
I sit cross-legged on my floor, surrounded by rejected outfit choices, clutching the blue sweater in my hands as I rehearse casual conversation topics in my head.
"Xio, come downstairs! Dinner's ready!"
My mom calls up from downstairs.