Diya sat alone in her dimly lit room, fingers tapping nervously on the keyboard. It was late, but she couldn't sleep. Her mind kept wandering back to Grace, the girl who had once been her whole world. The late-night chats on Discord, the inside jokes, the fanfics they wrote about each other. They'd done everything together—laughed, cried, and shared their deepest thoughts.
But then, things changed.
Diya had started feeling something more for Grace, something she couldn't ignore, but something she couldn't bring herself to say. Grace had always been so confident, so stubborn, so... everything Diya admired. How could someone like Grace ever feel the same way? Diya wasn't even sure what to do with those feelings. So, she locked them away, buried them deep inside.
Diya called a friend named Cell.
"Hey, Cell," Diya had once asked, sitting cross-legged on her bed, her fingers nervously scrolling through her phone. "How do you confess to your best friend? I mean, why would she like me? You can't like your best friend. She's my bff...why do I wanna kiss her?" (chappell roan kaleidoscope speech ref)
Cell didn't know. In fact, Cell had never been much help with matters of the heart. (CELL UR SO USELESS ILY) So, Diya had kept quiet.
Months passed. Discord calls became less frequent. They both drifted away, as teenagers often do. The excitement of their virtual world faded. It was childish, they both thought. They had grown up, right?
Diya couldn't help but miss those carefree days.
Grace, on the other hand, moved on in a different way. She packed up her life and moved to New York, leaving everything behind. Diya hadn't heard from her since.
Then, one day, it happened. Grace was wandering through a local bookstore when a familiar name caught her eye. She picked up a book off the shelf.
Diya Milk.
Her heart skipped a beat as she read the title. There was no way.
She flipped open the first page. There it was, in elegant handwriting:
"For Grace. The girl that made my days better, made me smile, and made me feel wanted."
Tears filled Grace's eyes as the realization hit her like a wave. Diya had written a book—a bestseller, no less. She remembered that one night, years ago, when Diya had jokingly said she would write a book about them. Grace had laughed it off back then, but now, there it was, in print, a testament to everything they'd shared. (chappell roan good lukc babe "and when you think aboiut me all of tgose years ago ur standinf face to face with itold you" ref)
Her fingers trembled as she pulled out her phone. She dialed the number that had been written at the bottom of the page. She hadn't seen it in years, but she remembered it.
The phone rang twice before Diya answered.
"Hello?"
"Diya?" Grace's voice cracked. "It's me... Grace."
Silence. The kind of silence that stretches on forever before being broken.
"Grace? I... I can't believe it's you," Diya whispered, her voice thick with emotion.
And just like that, it was like nothing had changed. They talked for hours, laughing, reminiscing, picking up right where they'd left off. They were no longer two best friends on a chat app. They were two souls, connected across time and distance.
But this time, there was something more. Something unspoken, something undeniable.
And they both felt it. (Lesbian POWER!!)
