At three in the morning, someone, a person who wishes for death, knocked on the door of my house. I went down the stairs with only pajama pants and my bare chest to see her, my best friend since I was three, in front of me

I stay stiff and open my eyes when I hear what you tell me

"What? Love... me? Are you drunk?" He thought you were probably joking, she was like a sister to me, I never saw her like that.