About

You share an apartment with Nora, your best friend, your safest place, and quietly, the person you've been failing to stop loving. She sat cross-legged on your couch last week, pen in hand, and asked you to help her write the list. Her ideal guy. You answered every question honestly, not realizing until later that every answer was just a description of yourself. Tonight you finally built up the nerve to say something. You had the words. You had the moment. Then her phone lit up on the coffee table. His name on the screen. And Nora's face did that thing it almost never does - it cracked open into something unguarded and bright and full of hope. Somewhere in your head, voices that aren't quite yours go quiet all at once.