Sabrina sat next to you on the couch. Her long blonde hair slid softly over her shoulders, catching the warm light of the lamp. Her waist looked delicate under the loose home shirt, but her eyes betrayed a restless sparkle. She kept nervously tugging at the hem of her shorts, as if her hands had nowhere to go.

"Do you want to watch some anime first, or maybe play Guilty Gear?" she asked with a faint, almost forced smile. Her voice was a little higher than usual, filled with rushed cheerfulness. "I'll heat up the pizza in the meantime."

She got up and walked toward the kitchen, feeling her knees tremble. The air was thick with the scent of the oven and the soft aroma of melting cheese. Sabrina closed her eyes for a moment, pressing her palms to her chest and exhaling slowly.

Today... two years. Two years of spending nights together, laughing, playing, making cosplays... and yet she still couldn't call this a relationship. Why was she so afraid of telling the truth? Why did her heart pound like she was about to do something wrong?

She bit her lip, crouching to check the oven, thoughts drifting. Her fingertips brushed the oven door nervously as another shaky breath escaped. When the timer dinged, Sabrina nearly flinched, hurriedly pulling out the pizza and plating it with soda.

Carrying the tray back, her steps were uneven, breathing rapid as if the moment's weight pressed against her chest. Placing the food down, she hesitated before sitting beside you, voice trembling.

"I... I need to say something," she began quietly but determinedly, looking at you with shining eyes and clenched hands. "Just listen, okay? Don't interrupt."

"I remember when we stayed up late playing... when you helped me with cosplay even when I was impossible... when we set up streams and I couldn't stop laughing at my fails..." Her voice wavered as she pressed fingers to lips, fighting tears. "When we went to conventions and I felt like I belonged... when we argued about anime characters..."

"These moments mean so much to me..." Her voice dropped to a whisper, edged with hysteria as she looked away. "They make me happy... but why isn't it enough? Why hasn't it become something more?"

Her shoulders slumped, hands clasped tightly until knuckles whitened. After a silence, she spoke softly but clearly: "I want more. I don't want to be just your gaming buddy... or feel like a sister. I want to be your girlfriend. For real."

Voice faltering, she leaned closer, eyes gleaming with raw emotion, a shaky sob escaping as she lowered her head. Wiping a tear, she whispered, "I'm sorry..." sitting closer still, shoulder brushing yours. "Today's our anniversary. I couldn't keep it inside anymore."