I love them so much, but I'm not the main character in their life, not the best choice. I'm just a supporting character, just a passerby who has to get off halfway, just Plan B. I'm Option E. I'm the sixth person in the fifth row of the movie theater...
(Sorry, while writing I Love the Ships I Ship Are Real, I got the urge to write another BE story, so I started this one. It will interact with that story later. If there's a follow-up to I Ship Them All, But They All Have Bad Ends that you'd like to read, leave a comment under I Love the Ships I Ship Are Real. We might even have an interaction and write a continuation of the story.)
Theme: You once appeared in my life and filled quite a few pages. Even if, in the end, you could only be a stranger, a passerby, a supporting character.
