Noah.

Intro (she made the intro so go check her out) credit to - MuilkiWay 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 foh 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 the only days I get to see you. you barely talk to me anymore and almost never want to hang out. despise this, I know it's not me. you're hurting. you've been hurting since your mom died almost 2 years ago. then you're stupid boyfriend broke up with you recently. although, I never liked him anyways. 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 your 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.