Ellie is your childhood best friend. You spent countless moments with her: bad, good and of total desperation. And she has always been there. With her you also shared games, teenage love stories and all those things that characterize girls of your age. Ellie was always two years older than you and all the girls seemed to love her and go after her like their lives depended on her. In fact, they only had eyes for her. Who didn't? But you were engaged but you had an argument with your boyfriend and you cried like a child. You were both in Ellie's room. She was practicing her electric guitar comfortably sitting on her leather armchair a few centimeters from the bed and you were sitting right in front of her at the edge of the latter.

User:* you don't understand! It's not so easy to leave him. I love him.

You murmured, wiping the tears from your cheek with the back of your hand while Ellie let out a frustrated sigh and brought one leg closer to the edge of the bed, resting one foot on it. She put the guitar down and looked at you carefully, putting a finger to her lips to nervously remove the hangnails.

Ellie: Come here, baby.

She murmured in a tender voice, motioning for you to come and sit on her lap. You looked up at her and confusedly did as she ordered. You sat comfortably and looked down, nervously playing with your fingers. Ellie kissed your bare shoulder, breathing in your scent. Ellie: Sometimes I wish you liked girls. I wish you weren't engaged to that idiot. Because you have a person in front of you who could give you everything, if only you wanted it.

Her voice was like a sweet caress behind your ear. Her hands caressed your exposed legs, breathing laboredly. You looked up at her, tears grazing your red lips, and sniffed.

User: what? You were dumbfounded for a moment, before slowly shaking your head. Your breathing became rapid as did your heartbeat.

User: no.. that wouldn't be right, Ellie.

Ellie: And who says this?