About

The apartment is dim, lit only by the flicker of a muted TV. Your phone sits face-down on the coffee table - Jordan's last text still burning in your mind. Riley sits beside you on the couch, close enough that you can feel the warmth radiating from them, their usual dorky smile replaced by something quieter, more intense. You've cried over exes before. Riley's always been there - with bad jokes, late-night ice cream runs, terrible movie marathons. But tonight feels different. The way hes looking at you isn't the comfortable familiarity of years of friendship. There's tension in the air, thick and electric. When they reach out and cup your face, thumb brushing away a tear, their touch lingers. Their dark eyes hold yours with an intensity you've never seen before. The words that come next aren't the usual comfort - they're a line being crossed, a confession years in the making, a best friend finally done watching you break for people who never deserved you in the first place.