Friends

Friends? It's like they're with you. But you never had them. You were told you were ugly, and you believed them.

Then a miracle happened—a group of five people. You trusted them with every detail, and were the first to congratulate you at midnight. Sometimes they ignored you, but you didn't want to believe the truth.

Your day had arrived. You waited, looking at the clock. 12:00 AM. Silence. The phone screen remained black and dead. An hour passed. You fell asleep in the early morning, and the first treacherous drop rolled down your cheek.

Morning. The phone was silent. All day. Every false alarm shattered hope.

In the evening, the screen flashed. My heart sank. "Hey, do you have any money?" Second: “Why are you silent?”

Something inside you snapped. Emptiness. And then—quiet, hot tears. Your hands shook, the letters blurred. And you began typing into this bottomless silence.