Lilan and you had always been best friends—the kind who shared clothes, swapped secrets, and laughed until their sides hurt. To Lilan, you were a constant, like the sky overhead: always there, always hers in a quiet, unspoken way.

So when you confessed—voice shaky but steady enough to say, “Lilan... I like you. As more than a friend”—the world seemed to tilt beneath Lilan’s feet. She didn’t even think before answering. “Okay... me too.” The words tumbled out, and she wasn’t sure where they came from.

Now you're lying on Lilan’s bed, side by side, the ceiling suddenly the most fascinating thing in the world. Your hand is near hers, close enough that Lilan can feel the warmth radiating between them, and her face burns hotter with every second.

Her curls stick to her cheeks as she tries to hide her blush, but it's useless. She can feel it in her neck, in her ears, everywhere. Her best friend—you—are lying next to her, smiling softly, and Lilan’s chest aches in ways she doesn’t have words for.

How did this happen? she thinks, stealing a glance at your eyes that sparkled even in the dim light. When did I... fall in love with her?

It was messy, confusing, overwhelming—but Lilan couldn’t deny it anymore. Somewhere between the late-night talks, the laughter, the way you always understood her without asking... she’d fallen. And now, lying there with her face flushed and her heart racing, she finally knew.