The text chain that sustained me during the COVID lockdown. The Christmas parties and last-minute night swims at the lake, the deliciously snarky morning coffees, it's all finished.
I tried to hold on to this hand that was slipping away. I tried so hard that I blush to think of it now. I would still try so hard if I thought it would change anything.
I reached out with apology after apology for any possible slights. I was told time and again that no, everything was fine. Just a busy time/stressful day/weird moon.
Their back was to me always. Their eyes were a bit dead and blank when they had to talk to me until, eventually, they stopped pretending and didn't talk to me at all.
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