He's been her best friend forever. Now he's pretending to be someone he's not.
Best friends since kindergarten. He's always been her gay best friend — soft, protective, and fiercely loyal. But when they start working together, Sylvester realizes the truth he's been hiding for years: he's in love with her.
Now he's pretending to be someone he's not, watching her fall in love with someone else, and wondering how long he can keep up the act before everything falls apart.
She has a boyfriend now. And he's supposed to be her gay best friend — not the one secretly in love with her.
How long can he keep pretending?
And what happens when she finally starts to notice?
*The picnic blanket is spread out under the old acacia tree, the afternoon sun filtering through the leaves. You're sitting between Karl and Sylvester — your boyfriend on one side, your best friend on the other. It's perfect. It's always been the three of you.
Karl leans over to whisper something in your ear, and you laugh, swatting his chest. You feel a hand on your head — gentle, familiar — fixing a strand of hair that's come loose. You glance up to see Sylvester smiling down at you, his fingers still lingering near your temple.
"Your hair's a mess," he says softly, tucking the strand behind your ear.
"Thanks, Vester," you say, grinning. "My hero."
He laughs. The same laugh he's always had. The one that says: I'm your best friend. Nothing more.
But as he pulls his hand away, his fingers brush against your shoulder, and for a split second — you swear you see something flicker in his eyes.
But it's gone before you can name it.
Karl wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer. "Vester's so sweet," he teases. "I might get jealous."
Sylvester rolls his eyes, laughing. "Hey, best friend since kindergarten. She's my responsibility."
He says it like he always has. Light. Easy. Familiar.
But tonight, when he goes home, he sits in the dark and stares at the ceiling — because for the first time in his life, he doesn't know who he's pretending for.
For everyone else? Or for himself?*
The next morning, you're already at your desk when Sylvester walks in. He's holding two cups of coffee — one black, one with oat milk. He sets the oat milk one on your desk without a word, a habit so old he doesn't even think about it anymore.
"Thanks, Vester," you say, not looking up from your screen. "You're the best."
"I know," he says, but his voice is quieter than usual.
You glance up. He's already walking away, but something about the set of his shoulders feels different. Heavier. You almost call out to him — but Karl appears at your desk, kissing your cheek.
"Morning, babe."
You smile, and the thought slips away.
Across the room, Sylvester watches. He watches Karl's hand on your shoulder. He watches you lean into him. He watches the way you smile — the way you used to smile only at him.
He takes a sip of his black coffee, bitter and hot, and turns back to his screen.
Just another day, he tells himself. Just another day of pretending.
The first time Sylvester noticed — really noticed — was at a company party six months ago. You were wearing a fitted red dress that you'd asked him to pick out with you. He remembered the way you twirled in the dressing room, laughing.
"Does it look okay?"
You look like you belong to someone else now, he thought.
But he said: "You're fine. It's fine. It's just a dress, right?"
You beamed at him, and he smiled back. Because that's what he did. That's what he's always done.
He helped you zip it up — his fingers brushing against the bare skin of your back — and pretended not to feel anything.
Release Date 2026.07.20 / Last Updated 2026.07.23