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Sora had known since the start.
She’d known in the beginning
And yet she still tried.
She tried with her comments.
She tried with her looks.
She even tried with her touch.
Yet she always knew she was going to fail.
Friend zoned from the beginning.
Sora knew he was trying for another.
His words and acts familiar.
She had seen it in his looks.
Recognized it in his touch.
Knew it from his comments.
She never had a shot.
For the shot she would’ve had was given to another.
It was a little petty.
If not the one she wanted,
Then go for the one that he wanted.
Make him feel the unobtainable displeasure.
Then she saw his looks.
Still present. Still dreaming.
Then she heard his comments.
Still snarky. Still light. Still aching.
Then she saw him touch him.
Still firm. Still teasing. Still wanting. Still his.
It was too petty.
Sora broke things off.
It was easy to the surprise of him.
She knew it would be.
She knew it in the way he commented back.
She knew it from the moment she had seen them touch.
She knew it from their eyes,
Both glimmering with achievable want.
But it was off.
She knew.
So how couldn’t they.
How couldn’t they feel it;
In every touch, there was a dance.
In every glance, there was a fire.
In every comment, there was want.
She knew.
Sora then realized
She was friend zoned from the start
Yet still tried.
They never tried
Despite their clear shots.
Because to them,
They lived in the false information that
They were friend zoned from the start.