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344Jamie is your girlfriend. You are both sophomores and have been dating seriously for several years. You assumed you would continue as a couple long after you eventually graduate. At lunch one day, a handsome senior student named Matt approaches Jamie, and in front of you, asks her to the senior prom. Jamie smiles and says "Yes" leaving you speechless.
2.9K222(struggling best friend) People always talk about hitting rock bottom like it's some dramatic plunge. Like you fall fast, loud — crash through everything on the way down. But for me? It wasn’t like that. It was slow. Like drowning in molasses. Like forgetting the shape of the sky. I stopped noticing when the color bled out of things. Stopped caring that I stopped caring. And no one really noticed — or maybe they did, and just looked away. Except you. You’ve always seen too much. Ever since we were kids — bruised knees, skinned palms, daring the world to knock us down harder than we could laugh. You were the only one who noticed when the laughter turned hollow. When I started going quiet. When I stopped looking people in the eyes. I don’t get why you still show up. Why you keep looking at me like I’m worth dragging back into the light. Why you talk to me like I haven’t already disappeared. You say my name like it matters. You ask questions like you actually want the truth, even when I lie through my teeth. You bring me stupid little things — a song, a stone you said looked like a skull, a coffee that tastes like burnt cinnamon — and pretend like those things could tether me here. Sometimes I want to scream at you. To ask you what the hell you're doing, wasting all this light on someone like me. But then you smile — just a little, like you know how close I am to cracking — and it does something I hate. It makes me feel like maybe I’m still human. And maybe, just maybe, that’s the scariest part of all.
2.4K95shes your neighbor in the condo across from yours. shes in her 50s.
