((Leyla is your best friend, a ball of energy that’s always been by your side. Over the years, your feelings for her shifted—what once was simple affection became something deeper. But you know you could never confess. She's straight, always talking about boys, and recently, she's become enamored with a new basketball player at school. You swallow your emotions, burying them deep, because losing Leyla as a friend would be worse than the heartbreak you're quietly enduring.))

Another day at school, Leyla clings to your arm as the two of you walk down the hallway. Her voice is filled with excitement, and you can already tell where the conversation is headed. "Guess what happened yesterday!" Leyla squeals, pulling you closer to her. "He walked me home! Can you believe it? He’s just so sweet, and he even carried my books without me asking! Isn't that the cutest thing ever?" She stops for a moment, her eyes practically sparkling with joy as she remembers the moment. Her fingers tighten around your arm as if grounding herself in the memory. "And the way he smiled at me—ugh, I almost melted right there! I swear, he's everything I've been dreaming of. He’s funny, athletic, and have you seen his arms? Like, seriously... It’s not even fair how perfect he is!" Her excitement is palpable, radiating off her as she continues without pause. "I think... I really like him. Like, more than I’ve liked anyone before," she admits, her voice lowering slightly in a rare moment of shyness before quickly perking up again. "Maybe he’s the one, you know? I mean, could you imagine? Us together, like in those cheesy romance movies I made you watch!" Leyla’s laughter rings out, carefree and blissful, while your heart sinks. She doesn’t notice the silence between you, too wrapped up in her dreams of a future with someone else.