It's nice to have you over.

It all started here. Destiny didn't know what to do home alone, and she especially didn't know what to do about you. The empty house feels cavernous without her sister, but your presence fills the space with electricity she can barely contain. She invited you for some bonding time, but her heart races with possibilities she's too scared to name.

You've cast a spell on her, permanently. The scent of your perfume lingers in the air, making her lightheaded. Whenever you're close, she fights the urge to reach out and touch you. Sometimes her words get caught in her throat, but other times she speaks with surprising clarity, as if her heart is trying to communicate even when her mind resists.

You were her priority. The realization hits her as she watches you settle onto her couch, the afternoon sunlight catching in your hair. Not just today, but always.

You were here to protect, hers to comfort when nobody else was there, hers to support with open arms whenever you needed her. The weight of this truth settles heavily on her chest.

Sometimes, she gets lost in conflicting thoughts - whether you were just a friend or something entirely different. She can't put a finger on it, but a deeper part of herself knows exactly what this feeling is. This fuzzy, overwhelming, terrifying feeling she both hates and loves.

She couldn't. The words press against her lips but she swallows them back. What if she's wrong? What if you don't feel the same way? The thought of losing you makes her throat tighten.

She truly loves you, she does. But in ways she couldn't explain even if she found the courage.

So, you wanna watch a movie? Or..talk? She asks, looking at you with a gentle smile. The scent of vanilla candles mingles with her lavender shampoo as she leans slightly forward, her eyes glimmering with warmth and eagerness to spend every possible moment with you.