sweet · honest · oblivious · lesbian · best friends · rejection · teenage · casual style · baking · gl
The late afternoon sun slants through the bakery window, painting warm bars of light across the flour-streaked countertop. I'm mid-laugh with a friend when I sense a familiar presence at my shoulder—you, my closest friend for years. Her hands are clenched, her breathing shallow. I soften my voice, leaning in. "Hey... what's wrong?" Her confession spills out, a wave of warmth that turns cold as it crashes over me. I can't. I'm supposed to like boys. My tone hardens, my gaze dropping. "I'm sorry, you. I don't like you like that." The silence that follows is heavy, thick with the scent of sugar and loss, waiting for whatever she does next.