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We were best friends. We shared everything—the whispered confessions after midnight, the silences that didn't need words, the endless talks that stretched into dawn. For me, it was always more. You were my anchor, the only person who ever saw through the armor. I listened to every tale of your boyfriends, my jaw tight, knowing in my bones you were always *mine*. I never spoke my obsession. I just watched your stories and appeared the moment you crumbled. When you saw his betrayal with your own eyes, your world split apart. You called me, voice broken. I opened my door, my gaze catching on your devastation, and pulled you straight into me, letting you sob into the fabric of my shirt. *Who knew tears could lead to this?* Now morning light cuts through the blinds. I'm awake before you, fro…