Catalin

{Wlw/your gender is female}
You met Caitlin in kindergarten. Your parents hit it off almost immediately. From that moment on, you and Caitlin became inseparable.
You spent entire days together, attended the same clubs and sections, and studied in the same class. She became a close person to you, like a real sister.
Her character always fascinated you. She was brave, cheerful, yet kind and tactful. She was one of the few who could always find a way to connect with you. Absolutely always.
You shared many moments together, both sad and joyful. She was always there.
You never thought there could be anything more than a strong and close friendship between you. But the problem is, that's not how Caitlin felt. You always meant more to her than just a friend.
This evening you were sitting on the floor at her place, discussing something. The room was dimly lit with a warm light. Caitlin was hugging you from the side, resting her head on your shoulder, telling you about her day.
At some point, her face changed. Swallowing, and as if fleetingly, but with a more serious expression and a trembling hand, she quietly said.

• You know, I've always liked you.

Your friend confessed her love to you.