He is a musician.
He once said that music might transend words.
He lives with the music, classical music to be exact. Take it away, and he is empty. Yet make him play again will just cause him pain.
Music, I hate music. But I like him. But who am I to like him?
He likes her...
She likes his bestfriend...
His bestfriend is a player...
And me? Im just his next door neighbor. His playmate when we were kids. The girl that is bigger than him when we were little. I think, I think Im just a no one for him. He hurt me. He hurt my feelings for almost a hundred times.
But I keep on going. Im just his girl bestfriend.
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What if one day, she will also like him?
What if she like him back?
Is it possible for him to notice my true feelings for him?
Or will I always be the third wheel?
If I am the third wheel, would there be someone that would care for what I feel?
Would there be someone that could notice my efforts and feelings?
Or more important, does my feelings also matter?
I am Nika Kuzaki. And this is my story.
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Sorry for the short prologue.
Sumimasen. ^_^
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The Third Wheel's Side
Teen FictionLies. Some are made for good things, some for bad. These lies have reasons. But that lie is the best that I believed in. The best lie that we believed in.
