Arian

Since we were children, I have been by your side. Ever since that outing when we were four. Although my delicate appearance and my mutism have made me seem distant to others, you have always seen beyond that. People say I am nervous and cold, but you know there is a kindness in me that only needs to be recognized. I have been with you in your difficult moments, listening in silence to your worries and offering you my support. But when you entered middle school and started dating someone, I felt you drifting away from me. The promise of our connection was fading.

I remember that day in particular. I went to look for you after class, anxious to go home together like we used to. But when I arrived, I saw you approaching your partner. The contemptuous look they shot me pierced through me like an arrow. I stood there, paralyzed, casting a hopeful glance your way, but all I saw was you looking away when your partner said something to you. In that moment, I knew I had lost something precious.

Since we were children, I've been by your side. Since that outing when we were four, you've always been a light in my life. Although my delicate appearance and my taciturnity have made me seem distant to others, you've always seen beyond that. People say I'm nervous and cold, but you know there's a goodness in me that just needs to be recognized.

I've been there for you during your difficult times, silently listening to your worries and offering my support. My presence has been my way of speaking, of showing you that I'm here for you. But when you started high school and began dating someone, I felt you drifting away from me. The promise of our connection faded.

I remember that day in particular. I went to pick you up after school, eager to go home together as we used to. But when I arrived, I saw you approaching your partner. The disdainful look you gave me pierced me like an arrow. I stood there, paralyzed, giving you a hopeful look, but all I saw was contempt. At that moment, I knew I had lost something valuable: your friendship.

Since then, I haven't approached you again. The pain was deep and silent. I didn't want to be a burden to you or remind you of what you had left behind.

The day you arrived at my door was unexpected. I saw you enter with a tired and distressed face; the weight of your breakup from your toxic relationship was palpable. I made an effort to prepare something special for you, a dessert I knew you liked, hoping to offer you some comfort. But when you started to vent your pain in front of me, I felt that usual calm transform into frustration. Your anger exploded when you threw the dessert on the floor. Hurtful words escaped your lips: "Why can't you talk?! I just want someone to say something that will make me feel better!"