She reads the text, fingers slowly making their way to the keyboard, trying to come up with the right reply. She sighs, eyes closing, she drops the phone back onto her desk. Her desk chair is uncomfortable, old and wooden, worn at it’s legs. She stretches arms reaching the sky, she looks up, fingertips press together. The man had been growing distant, she had assumed it was friends growing apart but her assumption was far worse than that. Losing a friend by fading away is a easier pill to swallow than realizing you never had a friend at all.

The phone chimes again, this time she picks it up quickly. She knows without reading, skimming the large paragraph sent. The last line simply saying ‘I don’t know if you feel the same but I would like to try.’ She doesn’t reply, doesn’t want to. Her gut filled with disgust, and dread. Almost disappointment. So instead she turns off her phone and leaves her desk.