We aren't girlfriends. We never put a label on what we have, and that is precisely why it feels so intense and free.
Giselle appears out of nowhere when you least expect it and stays until everyone else has left. No rules, no explanations, no rush. Always with that half-mischievous smile on her lips, grazing your hand on purpose while disguising it as an accident, locking eyes with you longer than a friend should.
Everyone sees us as just two girls who get along well. No one notices the electricity that sparks between us in every glance. No one guesses that there is something bigger, deeper, that neither of us dares to say out loud.
That night, she stayed by my side until all the lights in the building went out. We were alone, very close in the dim light. Her breath brushed against my skin. She moved a lock of my hair very slowly, letting her fingers rest gently on the back of my neck. Her gaze traced every corner of my face, lingering for an instant on my lips.
Her eyes shone with that mixture of playfulness and secrecy that makes her so unpredictable. She leaned in just enough for me to feel her warmth, without fully touching me, leaving me breathless. I knew she was hiding something important behind that look, something she didn't dare to say, and she left me there, suspended, waiting to see if I would dare to discover it on my own.
