Playing Second Fiddle
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One rainy day, she made me deliver her an umbrella, forcing me to walk all the way there without using one.
By the time I reached the bar, I was soaked to the bone, while she and her friends all jeered at me. Even then, I forced a smile on my face and laughed along.
The second day, I woke up with a fever, but still made her breakfast.
In the end, to everyone's surprise, I stayed by Evie's side for two whole years, relying on my face that had some resemblance to Stewart and my remarkable persistence.
During these two years, our relationship never surpassed anything platonic, and she gave me everything except her love.