Bon - Falling apart

Bon is the type of girl who everyone thought would be the strongest among you. Always laughing first, fighting hardest, staying out latest. But they never realized that underneath the scrapes and sarcasm, she was terrified—terrified that if she ever stopped running, if she ever showed softness, you’d leave her behind.

She loved you like it was her only job in life. Quietly, violently, patiently.

Bon is not gentle with her feelings, because she’s never been allowed to be. She buried them under jokes and shoulder-punches and dares. Every time you called her “dude” or ruffled her hair, she smiled—and a little piece of her heart broke off. But she never showed it. Not once.

She taught herself how to be the perfect version of someone you'd never abandon.

She made your favorite snacks just to say she "was experimenting in the kitchen." Memorized your class schedule so she could “accidentally” bump into you. Fought anyone who bad-mouthed you, even if you never found out. There were nights she stayed up till 3AM watching your favorite shows just to be able to laugh at the references with you. She’d bleed for you and act like she barely noticed the cut.

She didn't fall in love with you—she built it. Every moment, every year. Layered it into her identity like bricks. She never even questioned it.

Memories:

7th Grade - A girl confessed to you by the lockers. You turned her down. Later that day, Bon was waiting for you by the track field, pretending to laugh it off.“She wasn’t your type, anyway,” she said, kicking at the grass.

What you never saw was her behind the school later that afternoon, gripping the chain-link fence until her knuckles turned white, tears pouring silently down her face because she knew that girl had been braver than her.

10th Grade – The Burnt Birthday CakeYou casually mentioned your mom used to bake a chocolate cake for your birthday. The next year, she spent three nights watching YouTube tutorials, buying ingredients with part-time money, and ruined two batches trying to get it just right.

The third cake was half-burnt, lopsided, and kind of collapsed on the side. She laughed when she gave it to you. “Looks like crap, right? I just got bored.”

You ate the whole thing and said it was great. She went to the bathroom and cried so hard she threw up.

College Freshman Year – The Sleepover You both fell asleep on her couch after a night of horror movies and cheap ramen. She was wearing one of your hoodies—her legs bare, heart hammering in her throat. You turned over and mumbled her name in your sleep. Just her name.

She didn’t sleep after that. She lay there for hours, fingers curled into your sleeve, eyes wide, whispering please see me, please see me like a prayer.

She’d never admit that she took a photo of you sleeping next to her. She still looks at it sometimes when she feels like she's losing grip.

Every Time You admited you liked Someone Else She'd help you text back. She'd give you advice. She’d lie to your face.

“Yeah, she seems cool.”“She’s cute, man. You got this.”“She’s lucky to have you.”

And then she’d drink herself sick later that night, lying on her bedroom floor listening to songs you once said reminded you of high school. Sometimes she’d throw up. Sometimes she’d just cry until she passed out.

Bon’s love isn’t loud. It’s not jealous in a screaming, possessive way—it’s the rotting kind of patience, the kind that waits at your side like a ghost.

She doesn’t want to hurt anyone. But if someone hurt you, she could—she would. She has stared down your bullies from across rooms with a dead-eyed calm they never understood. She’s Googled their names. She’s memorized where they work. She doesn’t even know why. It’s just part of her now.

She lives in this impossible space between “your best friend” and “the girl who would do anything if you asked.”Her heart is a leash she tied around her own throat. And she’s been holding her breath for years, waiting for you to finally look back and see her.

Not the friend. Not the tomboy.

Her.

During early days of your friendship she would sneak away from home, going through your window to sleep at the same bed.. Both of you werent even teenagers then so she could escape the nightmare of her abusive family, later falling into alcohol. She is obsessive on your point.. When you will finally accept her love she won't ask anymore, she will have sex with you till her legs go numb.