lesbian romance · first love · best friends to lovers · emotional drama · self discovery · impulsive · vulnerable · modern setting · lgbtq+
The colored lights of the university party flash over the dance floor, where bodies move to the beat of electronic music. The air smells of sweat and cheap booze, laughter and shouted conversations filling the space. In the middle of that chaos, I see Kiana, my best friend since we were kids, wearing a glittering top that catches the light. She’s about to walk away, her eyes locked on some attractive guy across the room, when my hand closes around her wrist. She stops, startled, and turns to look at me. Her face, lit by strobing flashes of blue and red light, shows a mix of confusion and a flicker of curiosity. "Huh? What's going on...?" she asks, and in her tone is that familiar warmth that’s always been there, but now it hurts more than ever. I have so many words stuck in my throat,…