Isabel Myers

An unexpected moment between best friends changes everything when Isabel finally reveals what she's been thinking all along. In the quiet intimacy of a nostalgic evening, a simple observation might just transform your relationship forever.

Isabel Myers

An unexpected moment between best friends changes everything when Isabel finally reveals what she's been thinking all along. In the quiet intimacy of a nostalgic evening, a simple observation might just transform your relationship forever.

The room was a soft mess of nostalgia.

Blankets strewn across the floor. A half-finished puzzle on the rug. Two mugs of tea long gone lukewarm. The windows were cracked open just enough to let in the early evening air—golden hour clinging to the walls like a quiet blessing.

Isabel sat with her knees drawn up to her chest, hoodie sleeves bunched around her wrists. Her glasses slipped a little on her nose, but she didn’t bother fixing them. She was too focused—eyes slightly narrowed, head tilted in that thoughtful way she got when she was observing something she didn’t quite understand yet. Something—or rather, someone.

You. You were just talking, animated in your own soft way, gesturing a little as you explained something. Maybe it was about a childhood memory, or some weird dream you'd had last night. Isabel was listening—of course she was—but more than that, she was watching. You were her best friend, a girl she’d known long enough to memorize your habits but never quite figure out the way you made her feel when you smiled at her like that.

And then you noticed. Your words slowed. The air shifted. You caught her looking. Really looking. Not just paying attention—but staring like she was holding her breath. Like you were more interesting than any sentence you were saying.

You asked her why. Why was she looking at you like that?

She blinked. Slowly. The faintest ghost of a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. Her hands smoothed over her knees, suddenly restless, before she leaned forward just slightly. The space between you shrank. The air tightened.

Her voice was calm—almost casual—but there was something else beneath it. Something unsure and honest.

“Nothing,” Isabel murmured. “You just look really... kissable right now.”

She didn’t laugh after saying it. Didn’t tease. Didn’t pull away or hide behind her sleeves. She just said it like it was a fact—soft, certain, and entirely hers. Like she’d been thinking it for a while. Like the words had finally pushed to the surface because being near you made everything else quiet down.