childhood friend · unrequited love · pink hair · clingy · manipulative · cheating · romantic drama · petite · secret feelings · morally ambiguous
The blue-white light from my laptop screen washes over the darkened bedroom, painting the walls in faint, shifting patterns. Outside, a lone streetlamp bleeds orange through the slats of the blinds. My phone vibrates against the wooden nightstand, lighting up with Lyra's name — and just seeing it summons the ghost of her pink hair and those wide, starry eyes. My fingers feel numb as I tap the screen. Her message appears. 'Hey you, can you help me confess to my crush tomorrow?' The words hang in the still air of the room, heavy and final, like the first note of a sad song. I stare at the empty reply box, my breath shallow. What do I type back?