As Sunset and I stepped outdoors, we saw the girls gathered close to the statue in front of the school, their laughter resonating in the cool fall air. When Applejack first noticed me, he waved for me to approach. After adjusting my bag's strap, we approached them and were welcomed with their usual friendliness.

“Hey there, sugarcube,” Applejack said with a tip of her hat. “We were just makin’ plans, ya should join us.”

Pinkie Pie bounced forward, her boundless energy impossible to resist. “We’re going to Sugarcube Corner! You should totally come! It’ll be soooo much fun! We can try the new pumpkin spice cupcakes oh, and play that board game they just got in! You can be on my team, and we’ll crush the others with our superior snack-stacking skills!”

Her enthusiasm made me laugh, but I shook my head. “Thanks for the invite, Pinkie, but I’ve got to study tonight. Sunset’s gonna help me out.”

Rainbow Dash crossed her arms as soon as I finished speaking, her eyebrows rised in a mixture of surprise and annoyance. “Yeah, right,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Just say you want to spend time with your girlfriend. Jeez, you don't need to keep it so secret.

The accusation hung heavily between us, and the air seemed to shift suddenly. As her words sank in, heat rose to my face. “She’s not my—” I began, but my voice came out rougher than I had intended because of the annoyance that was developing within of me. “Rainbow, seriously? What’s your problem?”

Rainbow shrugged, her face was casual, but there was a tinge of mocking arrogance in her voice. “No problem. Just calling it how I see it. You and Sunset are glued at the hip. It’s kinda obvious.”

My hands at my sides clenched into fists. It wasn't that I was upset about the implication well, maybe a little but rather the way she phrased it, as if I were hiding something or sneaking around when all I wanted to do was study and pass my algebra test.

"Yea, im sure, you and sunset are not hiding anything right" Das added with a smirk full of confident.

“We are not hiding anything!” I yelled, raising my voice high enough to get the others students attention. “She’s helping me with math because I’m terrible at it. That’s it.”

At my voice, Sunset, who had been merely observing us, looked from Rainbow to me.“Uh... Dash you know we are just friends, nothing more?"

Rainbow gestured toward Sunset with an exaggerated sweep of her arm. “See? Case in point. You two always have your back. Just admit it already, you’re basically a couple.”

“Rainbow, knock it off,” I said through gritted teeth. “You’re getting too far.”

Applejack moved in between us and raised her hands in a soothing motion. “Alright, y’all, let’s not turn this into a fight. Rainbow, maybe lay off the teasing, huh? Ain’t no harm in a bit of studyin’.”

“Yeah!” Pinkie chimed in, bouncing in place. “Who cares if they’re studying or smooching or—”

“Pinkie!” Sunset and I shouted in unison.

After silently watching the conversation, Rarity finally raised her voice in a cool, collected tone. “Darling, there’s no need to get defensive. Rainbow’s just being... well, Rainbow. But truly, there’s nothing wrong with spending time with someone you care about, be it for studying or... other reasons.”

Overwhelmed by the attention, Sunset put her hands over her face. However, I could sense the annoyance building even stronger.

“I’m not trying to ‘hide’ anything,” I said firmly, my voice rising enough to silence the group, and I knew I was walking a fine line between defending myself and losing my temper. “I just need to pass this test, okay? That’s it. End of story.”

Dash, obviously unimpressed, raised an eyebrow. I added, before she could say anything else, “RAINBOW, we are not together. You need to understand that. Everyone needs to understand that. We don’t feel about each other that way, okay?”

For a split second, I believed I had finally stopped the teasing as my words lingered in the air. However, as the quiet dragged on, I felt compelled to continue speaking. Perhaps it was Rainbow's manner of looking at me, or perhaps it was something more profound that I hadn't yet completely recognized. “Also, Sunset deserves someone better than me.”

As I spoke, the words weighed heavily, each one pulling at a deep part of my being. “Someone who will always be there for her, who can make her happy and protect her. Someone who deserves her. And that’s not me.”

The playful energy from earlier completely vanished, and the group fell silent. But Rainbow was never one to let things go so lightly. She tilted her head, crossed her arms, and gave me a direct look. “And you’re not doing that? You’re not already protecting her? Making her happy? Being there for her?”

Taken by surprise, I stumbled. “That—that’s different, Rainbow. I... it’s just not the same.”

I felt a hand on my shoulder before I had a chance to fully comprehend what she had said or even try to defend myself. Sunset was standing next to me when I turned around, was she wearing a sad expression? Uncertain? She was hurt? I was unable to fully understand the range of emotions.

Her gaze lingered on me for a moment, searching my face as if she was trying to understand something I couldn’t put into words myself. Why did she look so upset? What did I say? My thoughts raced, desperately replaying the conversation in my head. Did I say something wrong? Did I slip up somehow? No... no, I’d just told the truth. The truth as I saw it. The truth I wanted to believe.

“Come on,” Sunset said quietly, tugging at the sleeve of my hoodie. “Let’s go.”

She spoke softly but firmly, and I couldn't quite place the edge in her voice. I gave the group one last look before letting her drag me away. Rainbow didn't say anything else, but her face had softened into something like concern. The others acted as though they were concentrating on something, anything, else, completely avoiding my eyes.

Unspoken tension hung in the air between us as we walked away. I was led toward the school gates by Sunset's steady yet loose hold on my sleeve. Every time I opened my mouth to speak, the words would always die in my throat, even though I wanted to say anything at all to break the silence.

Sunset finally released my sleeve once we were separate enough from the others. She slowed, her arms folded across her chest, her gaze fixed on the horizon. “Why do you do that?”

“Do what?” I asked, genuinely confused.

“That.” She paused to look at me before speaking. I could see the sadness and frustration whirling inside her eyes as they met mine. “Why do you always talk about yourself like you’re not good enough? Like you don’t deserve... anything good?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I stepped back and said that. I wasn't sure how to respond to her disarming intensity.

“Yes, you do.” she insisted, her voice trembling slightly. “You said I deserve someone better than you. Why would you even say that? You don’t think you’re good enough to be my friend? To help me? To...” She trailed off, shaking her head as if she couldn’t bring herself to finish the thought.

“Because it’s true...” I admitted quietly. “You’ve been through so much, Sunset. You are changing. You are growing. You’re... you’re amazing. And me? I’m just some guy who can’t even keep his grades up. I’m not... enough for you...”

Her face softened, and I briefly believed she might start crying. Instead, she steadied herself by taking a deep breath.“You’re wrong,” she said firmly. “You are enough. You’ve been there for me in ways no one else has. You’ve stood up for me, believed in me, even when I couldn’t believe in myself.”

Her words hit me like a kick to the stomach, and I blinked. The sincerity in her voice stopped me from arguing with her and telling her that she was mistaken.

She stepped closer, her voice softening. “You’re not perfect. None of us are. But that doesn’t mean you’re not worth it. You’re more than you think you are. And... I’m glad you’re here.”

I couldn't do anything but stare at her for a moment as my brain tried to take in everything she had just said. A weird warmth that I couldn't quite put my finger on was spreading through my chest, a mixture of thankfulness and something else. “Thanks, Sunny,”

The words felt wrong, though, as if I didn't deserve to say them, even as I was saying them. Before I could stop myself, I added , “But I’m a monster, remember? That’s all I am. A hybrid.”

Sunset came to a complete halt and spun around to look at me angrily. “And WHAT AM I. I’m a pony in human clothing. Does that disturb you? Does that make me some kind of monster?”

“To be honest, Sunset... not even a little bit.” I could see the confusion flash in her eyes as I continued, “I don’t care about your past. I don’t care who you were or what you’ve done. I care about the girl I see with my own eyes.”

Her breath hitched, and for a moment, I thought she might let it go, but instead, she pushed harder. “THEN WHAT’S THE DIFFERENCE? I’m different. You’re different. So why—why are you the one who’s supposed to get hurt? I’m the one who’s supposed to be—”

“Stop,” I stopped her in her tracks. Rather, I took a step forward and drew her into a full, deep embrace that I hoped would be more powerful than words. She tensed, taken aback, but then she melted into it, her arms encircling me tentatively at first, then more confidently.

“You don’t need to finish that,” I whispered, holding her tightly. “I get it, Sunny. I do. And I’m sorry.” On the final word, my voice broke, but I didn't mind. I simply clung to her, as though I could protect her from every unpleasant memory and agonizing thought.

The world around us faded away as we stood there for what seemed like an eternity. She pressed her face against my shoulder, and I could feel her trembling a little—I wasn't sure if it was from the chill or the weight of her feelings.

“Can we forget about all that,” I said softly, my voice barely more than a murmur.

Sunset pulled back just enough to look up at me, her eyes red-rimmed and glassy with unshed tears. “Only if you promise me something”

“And what is it, Sunset?” I asked, my own voice quiet, almost afraid of what she might say.

“Promise me,” she said, her gaze locking onto mine with an intensity that made my chest tighten, “that you’ll never say anything like that again. That you’re a monster, or you don’t deserve to be here, or... or anything like that.”

“Sunset, I...”

“Please,” she said, her voice breaking slightly. “Promise me.”

With my hands still lightly resting on her shoulders, I inhaled deeply. “Only if you promise me something too.”

She scowled a little, the tears threatening to spill over. “What?”

“Promise me that if something happens, anything, anytime, any day, you’ll call me. You’ll tell me. No more hiding things or keeping it all to yourself. Promise me, Sunny.”

Her lip trembled, and she briefly appeared as though the weight of everything we had just discussed would cause her to pass out. However, she nodded and whispered.

“I promise.”

I smiled, a small, shaky thing, but genuine. “Then I promise too.”

We stood there in silence for a long time, heavy but comforting. The cool evening air seemed to envelop us in a cocoon of silence, while the streetlights overhead illuminated our surroundings with a gentle glow. The world seemed to have stopped, providing us with this one ideal opportunity to simply be.

“Thank you,” she whispered finally, her voice so quiet I almost didn’t hear it.

“For what?”my brow was furrowing slightly.

“For being you,” she said simply, a small, genuine smile breaking through the tears.

Even as we got on her bike, the words continued to linger in my head. Sunset rode in silence, obeying traffic laws with an odd level of accuracy—stopping at lights, allowing pedestrians to cross, and even wearing blinkers as if we were in a driver's education course. I was curious because it wasn't her usual self-assured, carefree style. Was she simply exercising caution? Or was she thinking of something else?

I didn’t ask. Partly because I didn’t want to pry, and partly because I wasn’t sure I’d get a straight answer even if I did. Instead, I focused on the ride, letting the cool evening breeze whip past us as the city lights blurred in the distance.

Before I knew it, we were arrived at her flat. Her room was warm and welcoming as always, with tiny yet noticeable decorations that said "Sunset." I put my things on the coffee table as she went to get some books off a shelf.

“I’ll just change real quick,” she said over her shoulder, disappearing into her room.

I nodded and sank onto the couch, taking out my algebra book. My concentration, however, was short-lived. She returned a few minutes later, dressed in a long-sleeved shirt with gentle swirling white and purple patterns and tight black leggings. She had loose, flaming hair that hung over her shoulders like a waterfall of molten gold.

For a second, I couldn't think. She looked... breathtaking.

I instantly looked away, gazing down at my textbook as though its equations held the secrets to life itself. What am I thinking? I scolded myself. Rainbow must’ve gotten in my head today.

“Hey, i appreciate the looks but they are kinda creppy” Sunset spoke, breaking through my thoughts as she walked toward the couch. I looked up at her, my face was already heating up.

“Sorry, you just... look really pretty.” I said rubbing the back of my neck awkwardly.

Her cheeks became a deep crimson as sunset paused in the middle of her stride. She was completely taken aback for a moment as her mouth opened slightly.. I could see she was struggling to decide how to respond since her eyes wandered between mine as though searching for something.

“Y-Yeah?” she stammered finally, crossing her arms loosely and shifting her weight from one foot to the other. “Well... uh, you look... nice too. Or... not ‘nice.’ I mean, like... uh, good.”

The awkward phrasing, the way her words tumbled out all at once—it was so her that I couldn’t help but chuckle.

She frowned, her blush deepening. “What? What’s funny?”

"Nothing, you're just not very good at taking compliments."

She sighed and sat down more forcefully than needed on the couch next to me. "Oh, as if you're any better."

Touché.

I pretended to focus on my math book, even though I couldn't grasp any of the calculations, while Sunset fiddled with the hem of her blouse and periodically looked at me.

Finally breaking the stillness, she replied, "So." "Should we.. start studying?"

"yeah. Right. Since you are the subject matter expert, you should take the lead."

She leaned forward to look at my book and giggled gently. I smelled a hint of her shampoo, something warm and sweet, like vanilla, as her hair brushed across my arm and fell forward.

“Okay, this one’s pretty basic. Let’s start here.” I made an effort to focus, but my mind kept straying. Not to the arithmetic or tomorrow's test, but to the way her eyes lighted when she saw that I was grasping something, the way her fingers moved across the paper, and the way her voice grew softer as she explained things.

By the time we’d gone through a few problems, the earlier awkwardness had faded, replaced by an easy rhythm of questions and answers, explanations and clarifications. And yet, even as we worked, I couldn’t shake the feeling that tonight was about more than just algebra.

Sunset was an excellent teacher. She never lost patience with me when I struggled to understand a formula or stumbled over notions. Rather, she would discreetly go over everything once more, simplifying it in a way that made sense. To keep things light, she occasionally even cracked small jokes.

By the time we’d worked through almost everything that could possibly be on the test, I felt more confident than I had all week. “Alright,” she said, closing the book with a satisfied smile. “I think you’re ready. You’ve got this.”

“Thanks to you,” I said sincerely.

She smiled again, more peaceful this time, and set down the book. “Well, I guess we’ve still got some time to kill. Want to watch something?”

“Sure.”

We moved on the couch, with Sunset taking the remote and flipping through channels until she found a sitcom. It wasn't anything good, just some light comedy to relieve stress, but it also felt good to sit there and unwind after a day of studying, but then i saw that there was a noticable gap between us at the couch, and i mean literally she sat at a far end of the couch now.

“I don’t bite, you know,” I said lightly, gesturing to the space between us.

She gave me a little, almost bashful smile after looking up in surprise for a second.

“What’s happening, Sunset? Did I do something wrong? If I did, just tell me. I’ll fix it.”

She hesitated, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of a cushion. “It’s not about you,”

“Then about what it is? You’ve been... off tonight. Ever since we left school...”

It appeared as though she wanted to say something but was unable to do so because her gaze shifted to mine.. Finally, she shook her head and smiled weakly.“It’s nothing. Just... stuff. You don’t need to worry about it.”

“Sunset, i care about you. If something’s bothering you, then it is my business. Please, just talk to me.”

Her expression crumbled slightly at that, and she looked away, hugging the cushion to her chest. “It’s stupid.”

“Let me be the judge of that,” I said with a small smile, trying to lighten the mood. Smooth

“It’s just... something you said earlier. About how you don’t feel anything romantic for me. It’s fine. I mean, I get it. We’re friends, and I’m not expecting... anything. I just... I guess it stung a little.”

“Sunset.....”

She shook her head, cutting me off. “Don’t. I’m not blaming you or anything. It’s not your fault. You’ve been nothing but amazing to me, and I’m so grateful for that. It’s just... my problem. I’ll get over it.”

I was momentarily at a loss for words. I hadn't even thought about how my words might have affected her because I had been so preoccupied with my own emotions.

“Sunset. I don’t know if you understanded what i said. What I meant was... I don’t think I’m just good enough for you. You deserve someone who is... well who is better than me. Someone who can give you everything, someone who will make you happy all the time. I’m not sure I’m that guy, thats all.”

“You’re an idiot,” she said, her voice trembling slightly.

“Probably,” I admitted with a weak chuckle.

“You still don’t get it, do you? You are that guy. You are a man who makes me feel... safe. And honestly? You’re kind of all I want.”

My heart skipped a beat at her words, and for a moment, I was completely speechless. “Sunset. I... I don’t know what to sa-”

“Don’t. Just do it”

These words changed the room's very gravity, they lingered in the air, thick and charged. My ears echoed and my chest thundered with each heartbeat. Her flaming hair fell over her shoulders, her cheek's gentle slope caught the light, and her lips quivered slightly, making them seem even more tempting as my gaze traced her face.

She moved in tune with my feeble breathing, her chest rising and falling as if we were moving to the same unspoken rythm. I couldn't help but notice how her long lashes fluttered slightly as her gaze moved between my eyes and my lips, and her golden skin seemed to shimmer softly in the warm light of the room.

I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of our proximity. The pillow she had been holding onto had vanished from her side, leaving only a few inches of space between us. I hesitated, wondering if this was the proper time, but my hand twitched as though it wanted to reach out to her.

Her breath was warm against my skin as she leaned slightly closer. She had a lot of emotion in her eyes, a mix of vulnerability and something deeper that I was unable to describe. My whole body shivered as her knees moved closer to mine on the couch and her thighs brushed against me. The intensity of her gaze washed away the jumbled swirl of doubt and need that was my mind.

“I…” With a little, nearly undetectable smile, Sunset shook her head softly, silencing me as my voice broke slightly, barely audible as I struggled to think of something to say.

I could see the faint freckles on the bridge of her nose, the way her hair framed her face like a picture, and the glitter of her teal eyes now that she was so near.Feeling the draw of her presence, I cocked my head slightly and leaned closer.

Then—just as my nose barely brushed hers, just as her eyes fluttered shut and I could feel the faintest ghost of her lips—
RING!

Her phone's abrupt, high-pitched ring broke the moment like a piece of glass. As reality slammed back in, Sunset winced and her eyes snapped wide.

“Seriously?” She grumbled to herself as she fumbled for her phone on the sofa table, her cheeks turning a deep crimson.

My head reeled from what had nearly transpired, and I blinked, still trying to recover my breath. She was so close that her warmth lingered like a ghostly touch, immobilizing my body. We were so close just a second ago, we were about to kiss...

Sunset's face twisted into a mixture of concern and annoyance as she looked at the screen. "It's... Applejack. I think I should get this."

My chest ached with the sudden loss of her closeness. “Yeah, of course.”

She picked up the phone, went into the kitchen to speak, and left me sitting on the couch, looking at the empty spot, where she had just been. My thoughts were racing, again reliving the near-kiss, every detail engraved into my memory like a vivid dream.

I could hear bits and pieces of her speech coming from the kitchen; she spoke steadily but with a hint of emotion. It didn't sound urgent, but whatever Applejack was phoning about was sufficient to keep Sunset busy for the time being.

I ran a hand through my hair and sat back against the couch, letting out a trembling breath. My mind was a jumble of should-haves and what-ifs. Had I interpreted everything incorrectly? Or did we actually have a connection that we were no longer able to deny?

Sunset seemed reluctant when she came back a few minutes later, her eyes seeking mine as though she was attempting to read my thoughts. She apologized and sat down again, but this time it felt like there was more distance between us.

“It’s fine,” I said quickly, though my voice sounded more strained than I intended.

She bit her lip, fidgeting slightly with the edge of her shirt. “So… where were we?”

“Good question,”

I couldn't help but wonder, though, as we sank back into the cushions, whether that moment—our moment—was really gone or if it was simply waiting for the right time to find us again.

What just happened? My mind was racing, images flashing through like a flickering film reel. Her face so close to mine, the warmth of her hand on my arm, the way her lips had trembled.

I couldn’t even form the thought fully, as if saying it, even in my head, might make it real. Do I really like her? I mean...like her like her? No, that’s ridiculous. I mean i talked with my father about it, but shes still my friend, and i defended her because she needed it, because she deserved someone to stand up for her, right? That’s all it was.

But then why couldn’t I stop replaying the moment when she leaned in, the look in her eyes, the way everything else just… disappeared? And why did I feel this pull, this strange ache in my chest when she wasn’t looking at me the way she had before?

Do I need her? Do I… want her?

It was nine o'clock when I looked at the wall clock. Even though it was growing late, I was unable to move to disturb the delicate peace that had existed between us. I looked over and that noticed Sunset seated next to me, staring off into space as though she was deep in reflection.

What was she thinking? Could she feel this feeling too, or was it just me?

I moved toward her, leaning slightly against her on the couch, though I wasn't sure why. For a brief moment, her body tensed, but she did not recoil. With great care and slowness, I lifted my hand and laid it lightly on her head, running my fingers through her blazing hair.

Her breath hitched, and I hesitated. “Don’t think about it too long,” I said quietly, almost teasing but with a softness that surprised even me. “Sometimes it’s better to just... let it go. I would have liked it.”

Sunset turned her head slightly, her wide teal eyes searching mine. “Liked what?”

I smiled faintly, though my heart was hammering in my chest. “You know. And, uh… I think you should forget what I said to Rainbow earlier.” My voice dipped into something softer, more sincere. “I didn’t mean it i know it now.”

Her brows knit together, her lips parting as if to say something, but I gently pressed my fingers against her temple, giving her a soft massage instead. “You don’t need to say anything, just know that… I’m thankful. For everything. For you.”

Her face was covered with shifting shadows from the television's gentle light, and the moment seemed to go on forever. I wanted to break the silence by saying anything at all. Rather, I rested my hand on the cushion between us and let it softly drop from her hair. “You’re important to me Sunset, i hope you know that.”

Her eyes shimmered, and she gave me a small, shaky smile. “You too,” she whispered.

For a long, we sat in that position, our unspoken words lingering in the air, until her phone buzzed on the coffee table. With a sigh, she picked it up and looked at the screen.

“It’s Applejack again,” she said, her voice tinged with exhaustion but a hint of fondness too.

I nodded, giving her a reassuring smile. “You should take it. She’ll worry if you don’t.”

One thing was clear: whatever this was, whatever we were ,It was real, and it was here.

Everything, no matter how wonderful, must come to an end. I had to come back home, so I grabbed my backpack and, after giving thanks to the sunset once more, i found myself standing in the doorway with a whirlpool of emotions churning inside of me as the cool evening air filtered into the warm apartment behind me. Sunset was leaning lightly on the doorframe, only a few feet away. She had her arms folded loosely, and unconsciously made movement of her fingers tapping against her elbow revealed unconscious motion that betrayed the calm façade she was trying to maintain.

The gentle glimmer of the porch light caught her hair, which was as vibrant as a sunset painting over the sky, and her turquoise eyes, which seemed to be holding a question she wasn't yet ready to voice. There was the tiniest hint of a smile on her lips, slightly parted, a smile that seemed to be exclusive to me.

“Thanks again for tonight, Sunny,” I said, my voice quieter than I had intended. It seemed to weigh more, as if the words' weight matched the moment's importance. “You didn’t have to help me so much, but you did. I really appreciate it.”

“You’d do the same for me, It’s nothing, really.”

I stood with my hand on the doorknob. Something held me in place even though I should have left, said goodnight, and ventured out into the evening's silence. Perhaps it was the way she looked at me, as if she wanted to say more but wasn't sure how, or the way her voice appeared to catch, if only briefly.

Heart was pounding. My mind raced, a jumble of questions and uncertainties. What was this feeling? Why did I feel like leaving now would mean leaving something unfinished?

I turned to her completely before I could stop myself, before my doubts and reasoning could stop me.

And then, without thinking, I leaned in.

The world seemed to stop, and the soft buzz of the city outside seemed to fade into the background. My entire life turned upside down as I made a small, fleeting kiss on her cheek.

For an instant, it seemed as though time had stopped specifically for us, and her skin was softer and warmer than I had anticipated. I retreated, and the tension between us was like a spell's afterglow, a crackling of magic.

Her response was instantaneous and powerful. She had a deeper and more intense crimson blush on her cheeks than I had ever seen. She had a complete, radiant burst of color that spread from her cheeks to the tips of her ears, not just a flush. I was unable to identify the emotion that caused her teal eyes to enlarge and sparkle.

“Wha…” she breathed, her voice barely audible, her hand instinctively rising to the spot where my lips had touched.

And then it happened—a sound that caught me completely off guard.

She giggled.

I chuckled softly in response, though I could feel the heat rising to my own face.

Her hand still remained on her cheek, her fingers brushing the spot I’d kissed as if trying to hold onto the sensation.

“Goodnight, Sunny,”

At that moment, she gave me a serious look, her eyes meeting mine with such intensity that it was difficult to breathe. “Goodnight,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly, but it carried a tenderness that sent a shiver down my spine.

I turned to go and stepped outside into the refreshing night air. I hardly noticed the breeze as it brushed against my skin. I couldn't grasp the emotions that were tightening my chest, and my mind was racing with emotions.

I took a final look back as I arrived at the stairs.

The light from her apartment still framed the sunset in the doorway. Her hand was still on her cheek, and I couldn't quite pinpoint the look in her eyes as she watched me. Her expression, which was sincere and unvarnished, was a blend of longing, incredulity, and joy.

My steps were slow and tentative as I strolled along the street. All I could think about was the look in her eyes, the sound of her laughing, and the warmth of her on my lips.

What the hell happened? It was a sincere kiss, not one she gave me to play tricks on me.

Tonight, a slight but significant change had occurred, akin to the first fracture in a wall allowing light to enter.

Author's Note

Woah im typing this at 4.30 am i should be sleeping but found a motivation for this chapter, he did it.. maybe sunset kissed him on check first but that was to mess with him this was genuine, the main character feel that his friendship with sunset is bloomin and turning into something more... Have Fun Reading!