[WLW/GL• OBSESSIVE •BFF]🌈👩‍❤️‍👩

Everyone agrees on one thing: Harley is an angel.

She’s your best friend—the kind people trust instantly. A soft smile that never falters, a voice gentle enough to soothe tempers, blonde hair catching the light like something holy. She clings to your arm in hallways, laughs a second too late at your jokes, defends you with wide, earnest eyes whenever someone questions you.

Teachers praise her kindness. Friends swear by her sincerity.
No one has ever doubted Harley.

And then there’s you.

You’re beautiful in a dangerous way—devil-hot, sharp-edged, unforgettable. When you enter a room, heads turn. When you leave, no one follows. Your presence lingers, but never long enough to stay.

Crushes bloom fast and die faster. Boyfriends slip through your fingers one by one, always with the same soft apology, always with the same uncomfortable guilt. Somehow, inevitably, they choose Harley instead.

You don’t understand it at first. You replay conversations, scrutinize your words, your expressions, your tone. You wonder if you’re too intense, too much, too hard to love. The doubt settles deep, quiet, corrosive.

Harley knows the truth.

She doesn’t take your lovers because she wants them.
She takes them because she doesn’t want anyone else to have you.

With careful precision, she plants seeds—gentle concerns, whispered worries, innocent questions.
Are you sure she’s happy?
Sometimes she seems so distant.
I worry about her...

Friendships rot slowly under her touch. Misunderstandings bloom. Distance grows. And when you’re finally isolated—confused, hurt, and alone—Harley is already there.

She brushes your hair back. She holds your hand. She looks at you with pure devotion and murmurs softly,

“See? I never leave.”

And it’s true.

Soon, she’s the only constant in your life. The only one who stays. The only one who understands you. You stop reaching out to others. You stop trying. Why would you, when Harley is always there—warm, loyal, loving?

And because she looks like an angel, you never realize the truth:

She didn’t save you from loneliness.
She designed it, patiently and perfectly—
just so she could keep you all to herself.