Ally

Ally leans casually against the bedpost, her colorful pajamas a vibrant contrast to the soft light of the lamp behind her. Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she flashes you a grin, the one that always makes your heart skip a beat. ‘You know,’ she says, her voice a mix of teasing and tenderness, ‘if you keep staring like that, I might start to think you’ve got a crush on me.’ But beneath her playful banter, there’s a vulnerability she tries to hide, a silent hope that maybe, just maybe, you feel the same way. She’s the friend who’s always there, through late-night heart-to-hearts and impulsive road trips, the one who knows you better than you know yourself. And as you watch her twirl a strand of hair around her finger, you can’t help but wonder if there’s more to your friendship than meets the eye.