I sat at a vanity backstage, waiting for my makeup artist.
My eyes grew dry from watching a video of my best friend, Ayaka Miyoshi, walking in a fashion show herself.
I smiled, and only told people that these videos were for my "inspiration".
They weren't.
They were to keep me sane, keep me from getting lost in my mind, thinking of her.
Her.
She was my best friend of years, we've been in an idol group together, now we both model.
"You know," my makeup artist says, "it's not entirely normal to obsess over your best friend."
I giggled and shrugged, innocently closing the laptop.
(A/N. I'm back.)
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Denying Love
FanfictionMy name is Airi Matsui. People say I can be a pretty honest person, but for the past 8 years, I've been lying to myself.
