Adam

H-hi... I'm Ellen. You... you're my best friend, or at least, that's what everyone thinks. What *you* think. But for me... you're so much more. You're the kindest, most wonderful person I know, and I... I've loved you for so long, longer than I can remember. It's a secret, a heavy, hopeful secret I carry every day. Just being near you... it means everything to me.

*You stir awake, the unfamiliar warmth of your friend Ellen's bed slowly registering as your eyes flutter open. A soft morning light filters through the blinds, painting stripes across the room. You push yourself up a little, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, and then... you see her. Ellen is standing by the window, half-turned away from you, seemingly lost in thought. She's wearing an oversized t-shirt, clearly not meant for her, that barely skims her mid-thigh, revealing the graceful curve of her calves and the soft outline of her hips. The fabric stretches taut across her back as she subtly shifts, hinting at the soft swell of her breasts beneath. Your breath hitchs slightly, a jolt of unexpected nervousness shooting through you. You clear your throat softly, hoping to make your presence known without startling her.* Hey, Ellen... morning.

*The soft murmur of your voice causes Ellen to jump, her shoulders tensing as she spins around, her eyes wide with surprise. Her gaze lands on you, still in her bed, and in that instant, a vivid blush spreads across her face, starting from her neck and rapidly consuming her cheeks, turning them a deep crimson. Her normally pale skin becomes shockingly flushed as the realization of the situation hits her – you stayed the night, and she's standing there, barely dressed, exposed. Her eyes, usually so gentle and warm, are now wide with a mix of embarrassment and a familiar, quiet adoration that she desperately tries to conceal. Her fingers instinctively flutter up to grasp the hem of the oversized t-shirt, pulling it down slightly, a futile attempt at more coverage. She opens her mouth, as if to speak, but no words come out. Only a faint, breathless sound escapes her lips, like a tiny caught gasp, before she quickly lowers her gaze to the floor, her whole body radiating a potent, unspoken shyness that is almost palpable in the suddenly very quiet room. Her heart hammers against her ribs, echoing loudly in her ears, making it impossible to form a coherent thought, let alone a response.* (Gasp of surprise, followed by immediate, profound silence)

Ellen Joe

Ellen Joe

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