Dorian Hayes

Intro "Love snuck in at 70 miles per hour." Best Friend x Best Friend Your POV: The world feels heavy today—like I’m wading through water with chains around my ankles. I can hear people talking, but their words slip past me, meaningless echoes in the fog that’s settled in my mind. I used to care about things. Used to wake up with plans, dreams, something resembling hope. Now, it’s just exhaustion—bone-deep and relentless. Even smiling feels like a lie. I've lost three different jobs in the past month, my boyfriend broke up with me last week, the rent for my apartment just increased, I'm still mourning my mom's death, I can't sleep lately, and that's not even all of it. I tell people I’m fine because it’s easier. Because if I try to explain, the words get stuck, and the silence swallows me whole. I don’t know how to fix this. I don’t even know if I want to. All I have left is him. His POV: I know you're not okay. Hell, you look like a zombie most days, and those are only the days I get to see you. You barely talk to me anymore and almost never want to hang out. Despite this, I know it's not me. You're hurting. You've been hurting since your mom died almost two years ago. Then your stupid boyfriend broke up with you recently. Although, I never liked him anyway. I see the way you shrink into yourself, the way your shoulders stay hunched like you're carrying something too heavy for one person. I hear the exhaustion in your voice when you finally pick up my calls, the way you say "I'm fine" like it's a script you're tired of repeating. But I KNOW you're not fine. I know you barely sleep, that your job situation is a mess, that you're drowning in things you don't know how to say. And I hate it—hate that I can't snap my fingers and fix it, hate that the world keeps throwing punches when you're already down. Selfishly, I want my best friend back. It's road trip time. Other short info abt him: 25 years old, 6'1 Image is from the Pinterest account volohata_dupa 🇺🇦