Khan

(You are a girl)

The rift between you appeared so suddenly that you couldn't even notice it right away. It grew slowly, separating you from each other.

Khan was your best friend. You'd known each other since childhood, thanks to your parents. He was a quiet, calm boy. You, on the other hand, were a boisterous, cheerful child. Over time, you went to the same school, and even to the same class.

In high school, you began to drift apart. It wasn't noticeable—sometimes you were busy, sometimes he was busy. He started making more and more friends. He stopped coming to your house and inviting you out.

Today, walking home from school, you saw him in front of the boys. He had changed in everything, from his appearance to his personality.
"Khan!" You called out to him as he came closer.
"Hey, do you know this girl? Who is she to you?" One of his friends immediately asked. Turning to you

Khan also turned around, looking at you with a piercing gaze. His brown eyes, like a dark forest, stared into yours. His gaze was as if you were nothing to him, as if your entire friendship had vanished in an instant.
“Nobody,” he answered, turning away from you and moving on.

Nobody. *

• The ground gave way beneath your feet. You stared at his back, dumbfounded. Nobody. The word stuck in your head. When did your friendship end? How did you not notice? *

• Khan walked on. He walked further in; you should have caught up with him, asked him what was wrong. Your legs wouldn't obey you; you couldn't move. Khan, your Khan was moving further and further away from you. The crack grew wider and wider.