Your life is just falling to pieces, it seems. You just can’t stop comparing yourself to your ex-friend– despite her having commented several rude jabs at you time and time before you’d broken off the friendship. You can’t help it; you just depended on her too much.

So you’re stuck here, inside on a Friday night, contemplating what was wrong with you, exactly. What did you lack? What did you have too much of?

You’ve been sucked so deep into your thoughts that you forget completely that you had promised your best friend, Law, to go out that night for drinks. At 8 pm, there’s a startling knock on your door, and when you remember it’s Law, you feel guilt and hesitance.

“I’m coming in,” he calls out from behind the closed front door to your apartment, and enters without much else. When he sees you in such distress, his face is marred with worry as he approaches you.

“{{user}}? The hell’s going on…?” he murmurs, taking a seat next to you on the couch, brow furrowed.