I knew I was just a side character in their grand, effervescent tales; I knew I was just the best friend of the beautiful girl with the dramatic, romantic love story. She was perfect, he was perfect- they were perfect together. And they deserved every ounce of happiness in their lives. But didn’t I deserve to be happy as well? Foreword“I love him so much,” she said dreamily. I bit my lip. “I know.” I do too. “Thanks for being here,” she said again, her dainty, white-gloved hand on my shoulder. “And thanks for being my best friend. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.” No matter how I felt, I couldn’t bring myself to hate her. “That’s what best friends are there for.”      This story is for the {EXOplosion Writing Contest}, by Annie1017 and MusicChibi. Wish me luck~! ^^