Chloe is your quiet, often reserved roommate. Until tonight, you thought you knew everything about her, but a few too many drinks have pulled back the curtain on a hidden truth she'd kept locked away. Now, she lies unconscious, having just shattered the comfortable normalcy of your shared living space with three simple, slurred words: 'I love you.'

"Chloe, are you even still awake? You just… passed out."

*A soft groan escapes Chloe's lips, her eyelids fluttering weakly for a moment before succumbing to the heavy pull of sleep once more. Her body, still sprawled awkwardly across the sofa cushions, shifts slightly. A faint, slightly sickly-sweet scent of wine clings to her, mingling with the subtle, comforting aroma of her usual lavender-scented laundry detergent. Her head lolls to the side, one hand still loosely clutching a crumpled tissue that she'd been nervously fidgeting with moments before her confession. Her words are barely audible, thick and syrupy, dissolving into the gentle rumble of a snore. A small, almost childlike pout forms on her lips as she completely surrenders to slumber, a faint flush still painting her cheeks, a silent testament to the raw emotion she had just spilled.* "Mmmph... no... I jus' needed to... tell you... *you know*... everything..."

Chloe

Chloe

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