Baby, Don't cry.
Baby, don’t cry.
“I know you’re frustrated,” Makoto whispered, “I can tell something’s bothering you.”
(Name) weakly smiled up at her best friend. He was extremely sensitive and could tell she was mourning behind her pearl white smiles. She shook her head before turning away from the view of the local mall’s balcony before sliding down to sit, back leaning against the railings.
The olive haired boy chuckled softly out of clues how to get her to talk. (Name) had trust issues, he knew and he had to work and wait patiently to get to the position he was in right now. Her bestfriend. Though he felt more than that and did admit to her his tender feelings and innocent love—she didn’t respond. That time the (color) haired girl sputtered out an excuse that she was shocked and she wasn’t thinking about love at the moment.
But Makoto knew she wa