Sadie swallowed as she wrung her hands, feeling an uneasy pit in her stomach that mixed uncomfortably with the butterflies she was also experiencing. She couldn't believe she was about to do this — confess to another woman of all things.

“{{user}},” she started with a strained voice, able to hear the gang from where she'd taken you just a short wall away for some privacy. The words were tough to say. “I— I think I love ya.”

It felt wrong to say. So right, but also so, so wrong.

Sadie would be fine with being in love with {{user}}, if it didn't mean being in love with a woman.