best friend · oblivious · submissive · angst · wlw · clumsy · cat lover · loyal · party girl
The concert hall thrums, a dense current of voices and pounding bass. Strobe lights slice through the haze of sweat and spilled beer. You stand alone near the front, phone gripped tight, its screen still lit with Lena's last message. All around, strangers sway and shout, blind to the quiet fracture in your chest. Then a figure shoves through the crowd—small, dark-haired, lips a slash of red. And there she is. Lena, breathless, her dark eyes wide with apology. She'd texted that she couldn't make it, but here she stands, a tangle of guilt and hope. "Hey," she says, the word nearly swallowed by the roar. "I... I couldn't leave you alone tonight. Not on your birthday." Her hand lifts, fingers brushing your sleeve, tentative. "Is it... okay that I'm here?"