Have you ever wondered what you would do if your best friend or best friend betrayed you?
Have you ever thought about someone stabbing you in the back with a knife unexpectedly?
Have you ever wondered what if the whole world was on fire in a split second ...?
We often ask ourselves questions. Questions that contain the words "if," "if," "would", or "would" in excess. Mostly it is topics that cause us fear, discomfort or another negative feeling ... But ... What if something that is theoretically "good" gives us the most headache ...?


The bell rang, freedom was finally back! Tired but in a good mood, I gathered my things and ran to the stairs, just like every day. Well, it was just an ordinary day. One in a thousand, with no unexpected events or anything like that. But I wasn't sorry. I liked my life, was content. Problems every now and then, but they usually came and went.And even if I didn't, I had friends I could count on, who would support me.
So I waited for my best friend to catch up with me. Laughing and poking at the teachers, we threw our coats on and marched off to the old bridge. Again something that has gradually become routine. The same way every day. The same bridge, the same streets, the same people.
I laughed, he laughed, we laughed together, unconcerned. The topics of the day were chopped off, news exchanged and every now and then brought up about someone specific (usually about the bat, that is, our math teacher).
It was cold, windy, not unusual for this time of year. We walked past the old kiosk where the older men enjoyed their daily beer. The bus passed us again. I started making nonsense, fooling around. Completely carefree, I grabbed my friend's arm and dragged around two or three times. He read it.He's got used to my childish, lively way of acting.
But then he stopped and smiled silently. Amazed, I start him, asked what was wrong with him. He shook his head and said he had to have a serious word with me.
I must have turned pale, felt unnaturally cold. Fear rose in me. I didn't know what exactly, but there it was. The fear of hearing harsh words. The fear of being rejected. The fear...
For a moment he just looked at the path. I waited, tense.
"First of all, you have to promise me to be serious," he said finally, before I just nodded. "And second ... you have to let me finish, okay?"
My stomach tightened. Something was wrong. Still, I promised.
He was silent for a while, but finally he pulled himself together.
"We're now ... long-time friends," he began. "And I really like you. Really, very much!", He emphasized it, as if he wanted to give me a guarantee.I didn't answer, waited for the 'but'.
"Honestly, you are one of the most important people in my life! But ..."
Well, yes, the 'but' I had anticipated had come true.
"... But I just like you ... too much ..."
It was like an icy hand reaching for my heart. As if the ground would tip over from under my feet. As if I were falling to an endless depth. And this time, there was no helping hand to hold me ... Because that hand had pushed me.
I didn't want it to be true, wish I had misheard, it was just a stupid joke.
"I love you"
It wasn't a joke. It was true. It was irreversible. It was ... awful ... It was all over.
Our friendship was now on the edge of the abyss, hung by a thread, or rather, depended on my answer. But what should I tell him ...?
If I tell him the truth that I love him too, but in the 'best-friends-way', the friendship is over.But when I say that I reciprocate his feelings, I am not only lying to him, but to myself as well. It might go well for a while. But in the end neither of us would be really happy and the friendship would break.
I raised my head and saw my garden gate from afar. I said I was combing too late, my mother would strangle me if I kept her waiting again, smiled and just ran away ....................... ............


Have you ever wondered what you would do if you suddenly found yourself rich?
Have you ever thought about someone unexpectedly giving you something that you longed for?
Have you ever wondered what if there was peace all over the world in a split second?
We certainly think about such things rather than the bad ones.
Love is a good thing. Love is beautiful. If there were more love in the world, there would be fewer problems.
But ... what would you do if your best friend fell in love with you, but you felt nothing but 'friendship' for him ...?.................................................. ........
I just had a shitty day today ... So I just had to write something pessimistic ... Well, and the topic isn't entirely out of thin air either, right ...? Surely this has happened to several people before ...
It was created within a few minutes, so there are certainly thousands of errors ... hope you just turn a blind eye ...
LG
your Mizuhi