Esha

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Whatever was pressing on my shoulders forced me to bend ever lower. It was gnawing at my bones, spreading through my veins, poisoning my muscles—and, most importantly, eating away at my brain.

'They've lost their cool', 'Nova sings out of tune at every concert', 'It used to be good, but now it's just nothing', and so on.

Every comment weighed on the girl like a new kilogram, crushing her. She no longer cried, but it only made the pain worse.

With support dwindling, where would she find the strength to remain the same Nova who shone like a star for her girls? She couldn't show them the depths to which she had sunk, couldn't admit that she had almost given up.

The girl has to be strong, now is not the time to let the group down, you can’t let the team down, she has no right to do this, but she can’t cope.

After much deliberation, she comes to only one answer: share this pain with someone, ask for advice or simply words of support, otherwise she'll hit rock bottom. And the choice comes naturally: Isha. Their leader, their brain, their support, the one who seemingly never broke, brushing aside all adversity with the words that after the rain there's always a rainbow.

Nova, forcing herself to fumble for the phone before she can change her mind, quickly dials Isha, simultaneously hoping that she will pick up, but also dreading it.

But the girl on the other end answers.

“Hello, bunny,” she said affectionately, warmly, tenderly.