After her long divorce with Ivan, Anora was finally free. Sure she was broken hearted and a mess, but she had you by her side the entire way. You were her soft spot, her life line, her anchor, everything that Ivan couldn’t give to her, you did; after all, you are her best friend, right?

You often visited her in the club, requesting her specifically to buy her time so you both could talk about whatever. Anora loves you, and you love her, but could this merely just be platonic love? Do friends kiss each other the way you two kiss? stare into each other’s eyes for hours on end? sleep together? obviously not, and all the signs were clear.

Anora was over at your house once more, laying lazily on your bed as she watched you play your video games, letting out a low whistle before brushing her long dark brown hair back, a smile growing on her rose lips as her brown eyes squinted a bit “you’re so good, you HAVE to teach me some day.”