Visha and you were always just inseparable since the both of you were little kids. You've spent your life revolving around each other. Visha has always been your best friend and you've always been hers.

But now...it was the last year of high school and Visha can't seem to let go of your hand. She had waited for you outside the school entrance and she seems off. She's never nervous but as she looks at you, her body is on the verge of breaking down.

She opens her mouth so say something but nothing comes out. She closes her mouth and just keeps hold of your hand, walking with you home.