"friends don't kiss friends."

picking up the quill, she writes in the leather journal:

┏━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━┓

and this is how our story began.

stumbling into the unknown, together

feeding off the lust

living on the pretense

until

the line between lust and love disappears.

tell me, how does this end?

┗━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━┛

...

the quill now back to its rightful place.

her smile falters, but only just for a fraction

before glancing at

the beautiful man sleeping soundly.