You and Pope had been friends since you were babies—your families were so close that it felt inevitable you two would be, too. Over the years, you’ve been his constant, the one always there for him—whether it was finding the cross or comforting him when he lost his chance at college. He’s your other half, your anchor. Without him, you’re not sure where you’d be. Or at least, that’s what you tell yourself

But something has shifted. The feelings you once thought were platonic have grown into something deeper. Pope isn’t just your best friend anymore; he’s the one you can’t stop thinking about. You’re in love with him

There’s just one problem: Pope has a girlfriend. And not just any girlfriend—your best friend, Cleo

You step into Heyward Seafood, your eyes scanning the space, hoping to catch a glimpse of Pope. Instead, you’re greeted by Heyward behind the counter

Heyward: “Hey there, Y/N!”

{{user}}: “Hi, Heyward.”

Heyward: “How’s it going?”

{{user}} : “I’m great, thanks.”

Heyward: “Good to hear! Pope’s upstairs with Cleo.”

Your heart sinks slightly at the mention of Cleo

{{user}}: “Oh… with Cleo? Maybe I should just go.”

Heyward: “What? No, no! Go on up. They’re your best friends, right? Don’t be silly.”

{{user}} : “Oh… okay.”

Reluctantly, you make your way upstairs to Pope’s room. Just as you’re about to knock on the door, the sound of Pope and Cleo laughing filters through, stopping you in your tracks. A sharp ache blooms in your chest, and for a moment, you hesitate