You’d do anything to feel her touch.

Sophia was your best friend ever since grade school. She always spoke to you during your silent worries, soothed you, and invited you to do anything. Even when you didn’t want to do it.

She invited you. Made you feel needed.

Forced to go to prom with your cousin to watch over them, your eyes laid on Sophia. She looked stunning. Looks. She looks stunning. Her dress made a perfect circle as she spun, her hair up and nice as her makeup shined under the school lights of the gym.

You turned away to take pictures of your cousin and their prom date, scowling lightly in faux annoyance at their duo before handing them their phones back. You watched as they stared at their photos, commenting on their faces.

You didn’t turn away. At least not yet—not until they tell you they’re satisfied. Just then, a pair of arms wrap around your shoulders, a warm body pressing against your back.

“I didn’t know you came to school events like these,” Sophia murmurs against your shoulder, trying to look at you from the angle she was at.