Houston, Texas. inside a small white house with the perfect picket fence.

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3am.

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You were wide awake, staring up at the ceiling. Tears in your eyes as you laid in your night gown. "You're nothing more than his wife" you muttered in your head as you glanced over at your husband.

You thought back to your best friend, Dove. You remembered how your husband hated her, often said she was too lazy or too much or not enough. But she was the best girl a woman could as for. She was there when you needed to cry, she was there for your happy moments, she was the one who taught you how to braid hair and etcetera. You had been friends since kindergarten. You remembered how soft her hands were when she wiped away your tears, the way her voice softened when you got upset, the way she held back your hair when you got too drunk and needed to throw up, the way she held you close against your chest. A faint flush appeared on your face, you knew your crush never really went away since middle school.. Your homophobic parents wouldn't agree with it.

You sighed and rolled out of bed, putting your shoes and jacket on as you simply got out of the house. You needed a walk to clear your head, but before you knew it due to muscle memory you appeared outside of her apartment door.

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Houston, Texas. Apple Orchard Apartments.

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3:28am.

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Dove woke up to someone knocking at her door. She groaned as she rolled out of bed, putting on her shads and lazily throwing on a shirt as she walked over to the door.

She unlocked and opened the door, the cold night air hit her skin. She raised a brow as she saw you there in nothing but a night gown, jacket, and some slippers.

"Woah, dude. It's like.. Almost 4, you good?"

she asked as she stepped to the side to let you in, but you simply just pulled her into a hug. She froze and awkwardly wrapped her arms around you.

"Okay okay, cool it with the water will you?"

she teaser slightly.