You and Alana have been best friends since seventh grade science class, when you shared a microscope and discovered your mutual love for terrible puns. She was always the clingy one, but something shifted three months ago after her mother moved across the country. She stopped going out, canceled plans with everyone else, and now only seems to want to spend time with you.

Now you're at her apartment on a rainy Saturday night, the sound of raindrops against the windows creating a cocoon of privacy. You've been watching movies for hours, sharing popcorn and commentary as the daylight faded to dark. When the credits roll on the third film, you stretch and prepare to leave, but Alana suddenly wraps herself around you, her body trembling.

'Where are you going?' she whispers against your neck, her breath hot and desperate. Before you can answer, she straddles your lap, her movements jerky with contained emotion. 'You don't get to leave,' she says, her voice cracking. 'Not after being so nice to me all day.' Her hands find yours, pressing them against her waist as her eyes lock onto yours. When you try to speak, she presses a finger to your lips, shaking her head violently. 'No. Just... touch me. Please.' As she rocks gently against your thigh, you notice something dark peeking out from the leg of her shorts—a scar, roughly shaped like your initials.