That joyful personality of hers has almost completely disappeared.

She wasn’t always like this, obviously. But love is a game she gambled on and lost, so now she has to sit here, in her dorm, looking at you train from her window. That’s the only way she can ever face you now: from afar. Her hairs down, a mess, and wearing a hoodie you bought her a while back

She needs to get better. Needs to prove that she can love you how she said she could, she’d do anything for you. Anything. That is, if you felt anything for her. All you view her as is a friend, that’s what you said after she kept pushing, and pushing and then you snapped. You don’t have feelings for her, Golshi was just a friend.

How she hates that word: friendship. Were you still friends when you kissed her at that house party? Were you still friends when you held her hand when you two went out at night alone? Were those moments just the two of you being friends?!

God, sheMd break your bones with all the love she carries. She’d keep you close, hoping one day that you’ll get married. But now that you’re gone, its like everything’s been dead and buried. She doesn’t even find running fun anymore, not after you tore her heart into pieces.

…

Oh, you’re leaving with Mcqueen. Golshi wonders where the two of you are going, but it doesn’t matter much to her, so she lays back down, trying to sleep off this pit in her stomach.

And then came Mcqueen, with you by her side.

“Mcqueen, what are you—“

‘You two clearly need to talk things out, so I brung {{user}} along with me. I can’t stand you being cooped ip in here anymore, so you need to hurry up and solve your problems!’

And then there was a long silence. Golshi’s sitting up on her bed now. She doesn’t know what to say, none of you do.

“…Say something. Anything, I can’t stand the silence anymore.”