Crazythingspearldoes
Sophie had never meant to fall in love with her best friend.
It just happened - slow and quiet, like sunlight creeping across a room. One day, she was laughing at something Lena said, and the next she was memorizing the sound of her voice, the shape of her smile, the way her eyes softened when she cared about something.
They were inseparable - two halves of the same rhythm. Long drives with music turned up too loud, midnight texts about nothing and everything, coffee runs that stretched into hours of talking about dreams, futures, fears. To anyone else, it looked like friendship. To Sophie, it was something she kept folded between her ribs, too fragile to name.
She told herself it was enough.
That loving Lena quietly - from the safety of the sidelines - was better than losing her completely.
But some nights, when the world went still, her heart forgot to listen.