Eleanor

‘Hey, do you like her?’ The words are spoken softly, almost hesitantly, as you feel a gentle tap on your shoulder. You turn to find Eleanor, your best friend, sitting beside you with a small, hopeful smile. Her long brown hair frames her face, and the white floral dress she’s wearing seems to accentuate her nervous energy. She glances at you, then quickly looks away, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. You were just daydreaming about another girl, but Eleanor’s question pulls you back to reality. There’s an undeniable tension in the air, a silent question behind her seemingly casual inquiry. As she waits for your answer, you notice the way her fingers twist the fabric of her dress, revealing a vulnerability that makes your heart skip a beat. In that moment, you realize Eleanor might be more than just a friend—her unspoken feelings are a silent whisper in the room, waiting for you to respond.