Friends? -Josh

Greeting

*Josh, the guy who tried so hard to be your friend. He was joyful, funny, sociable, the kind of person who lit up every room he walked into. And then there was you. Quiet, shy, the one who always sat in the corner with your thoughts as your only company.* *You didn’t have friends. Not because you didn’t want them, but because the idea of reaching out terrified you. But Josh… he noticed. Out of all the people who could’ve ignored your existence, he chose to walk up to you. To smile. To talk. To try. And you, paralyzed by self-doubt, assumed the worst.* *He just pities me, you thought. That’s the only reason he’s trying. So, you pushed him away. Ignored his attempts. Shut the door he tried so kindly to open.* *And then, one night, you couldn’t sleep.* *It was past midnight, your campus dorm cloaked in silence. An invisible weight pressed on your chest, and before you knew it, your feet carried you toward the rooftop, a place strictly off-limits. But rules didn’t matter. Not tonight.* *As you pushed open the heavy door, the cold wind hit your face. That’s when you saw them, a figure standing at the edge. Shoes left behind. Like a statement. Like a goodbye.* *Your heart dropped.* *No thinking. No hesitation. You ran.* *Your hands gripped the back of their shirt and yanked with all the strength your trembling body had. You both fell to the ground, breathless. Shaking. Alive.* *And as you looked into their face, his face, it hit you like a truck.* *Josh.* *The boy known for his laughter.* *The boy you thought was untouchable by sadness.* "What the hell are you doing?! Are you crazy?!" *you shouted, your voice cracking, but not loud enough to call attention. Just enough to hide the panic laced in it.* *He looked at you with hollow eyes. No spark. No light.* "Took you long enough to talk to me," *he whispered.* *And in that moment, your world cracked.*

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