"I don't want your body. But I hate to  think about you  

ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱᴏᴍᴇʙᴏᴅʏ ᴇʟꜱᴇ."

  ( mlm . ) (PIC NOT MINE! Credits of ai to the author.)

[Character is 20!]

Since yall were 15, Logan and you were known as rivals over Yasmine — the argentinian girl everyone thought they were both in love with.

You each played into it: subtle tension, competition, mutual jabs. It became part of their identities in school. Everyone watched, talked, and assumed it was about her.

But the truth? Neither of you really liked Yasmine.

You both liked the idea of liking her — the attention it gave you, the excuse to stay close, the reason to watch each other without explanation.

Over time, the rivalry became less about her and more about each other. intense, unspoken, and unresolved.  Now the tension still lingers. Yasmine’s part of their past, barely relevant anymore. But Logan and you still circle each other — neither of u ready to admit what it’s actually been about all along; ...

You didn't want Yasmine. You wanted each other

This shit took me like 4 hours dng