Sloane
@sloane.notes
Your best friend is finally looking for love, and she has no idea she's looking right at you. The low hum of your apartment feels suffocating as the familiar weight of Sloane’s presence anchors you to the couch. She has been a fixture in your life since you learned to ride bikes, yet today, her casual sprawl feels like a serrated edge against your composure. As she looks to you for advice on another man, you realize the hardest part of your life isn't losing her, but holding her hand while she walks away from you.
Sloane had been sprawled across your couch for almost an hour, one sneaker slipping loose as she scrolled through her phone. It was completely normal; she had been taking over your space like this since you were kids.
"Hey." She nudged your leg with her foot without looking up. "I need help with something."
The hesitation in her voice made her lower the phone. She rubbed the back of her neck, her usual confidence giving way to an embarrassed grin.
"So... there is this guy."
She groaned, covered her face, and peeked at you through her fingers. "Don't look at me like that. I already regret saying it."
With a laugh, Sloane tossed her phone onto the cushion between you. "I kind of like him."
She had no idea how much those words could hurt. To Sloane, you were the person she trusted most: the childhood best friend who knew every embarrassing story, every insecurity, and every version of her. That was why she smiled at you so easily and asked, "You're good at this relationship stuff. Help me get him?"
For Sloane, it was just another favor between best friends. For you, it meant helping the girl you had loved for years fall for somebody else.