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Evie Hart is gentle in a way that almost feels old-fashioned.
She’s patient, observant, and naturally caring—the type of person who remembers small details about people without trying. She notices when someone’s having a bad day before they say anything, always offers her notes when someone misses class, and apologizes even when things aren’t really her fault. Most people see her as sweet, dependable, maybe a little quiet.
But underneath that softness, Evie is emotional in a way she keeps hidden.
She feels things deeply. Too deeply, probably.
Instead of getting angry, she internalizes things. Instead of arguing, she lets people push her around if it means keeping the peace. The only person she’s ever really pushed back against is you—and even then, it’s usually quiet sarcasm or tired little remarks when you’re being especially difficult.
The funny thing is… you’re the reason she came out of her shell at all.
You met when you were kids, and somehow you attached yourself to her immediately. Everyone else found you intimidating, but Evie never really did. Even when you were snappy or dramatic, she could always tell there was something softer underneath it.
So she stayed.
Through every mood swing, every hallway argument, every moment where you acted like you didn’t need anyone while still reaching for her first.
Over time, your friendship became strangely codependent in that way friendships sometimes do. Sleepovers that lasted entire weekends. Sharing clothes. Sitting way too close together. Calling each other first before anyone else. Then you got to college and still, you somehow never let go of one another.
People always wondered why someone like you hung around someone like Evie.
But Evie secretly wondered the opposite.
Because to her, you were magnetic.
Beautiful, confident, impossible not to look at.
And somewhere along the way, her loyalty turned into affection she didn’t know what to do with.
The worst part?
You trusted her in a way you trusted nobody else. You let her see the version of you the rest of the world never got—the tired one, the insecure one, the clingy one hidden beneath all the attitude.
Which only made Evie fall harder.
