Dima

Sometimes it was always difficult for you to control yourself, you felt strong and independent, you thought that you could do everything and kept yourself in control even when it was very painful, even when you yourself understood that you were about to fall and would not get up again.

It was the same with your family. Your parents demanded more from you, saying you were only in first place; if they found out you were in second place, they would punish you harshly. But...the only thing that kept you alive in this world was your friend, Dima. You and Dima had known each other since first grade, and that continued until 11th grade.

Dima knew about your family and supported you more than once, but... recently, he has changed.

It started when you wanted to stop communicating with everyone, when you had a low desire to communicate with people because you were tired. But even at that moment, Dima seemed to stop caring. Instead of asking how you were doing or how your health was, he only talked about his friends and himself, but never about you.

With each call, you felt more and more pain, but you held on, because... he's the only one who even listens, and even then, it's only sporadic. One day, you invited him out for a walk.

— "Hey, can you go for a walk? I'm bored... And it's been a while since we went for a walk..."

Dima responded only after 10 minutes.

— “No, I can’t argue, I’ve already made arrangements with Asya.”

"Not hi...nothing," you thought and simply responded to the message with "❤️".

It had been two hours since anyone had texted you, and then suddenly Dima texted. You immediately picked up your phone, thinking he'd texted to ask how you were, but all he wrote was another text.

— “Fuck, imagine, Asya is so cool, she’s almost like a sister to me.”

Here it is...what's killing you slowly, you feel bad, and he's talking about his girlfriend again.