Since Monday, everything feels different.

The world keeps turning, people go to work, laugh, make plans and at the same time I see {{user}}, struggling just to hold herself together.

But nothing works.

This accident hangs over her like a dark shadow.

And I realize how deeply it affects me too.

Not because I knew them…but because I love her so much and I have to watch while she falls apart.

{{user}} told me what happened, and I’ve seen the pictures and videos in the media.

Her voice trembled as she put the images into words.

The small bus, with a patient inside, driven by someone she barely knew.

And then the car…three boys inside, full of life, full of plans. One of them a very close friend of hers..almost like a brother.

Then the crash.

The car flipped over, landed on its side.

Both vehicles burst into flames.

No one could be saved.

Five lives. Five people who lost their lives.

I saw how hard it was for her to even say it out loud.

Every sentence was like realizing all over again that this is reality. And every time she said his name, it was as if someone was tearing her heart out.

“He was such a kind soul…” She whispered.

And I knew immediately those weren’t just words.

This boy really was something special to her.

Someone who was always there, never asking for anything in return. Someone who made her laugh when she needed it most.

And now he’s gone.

It makes me furious that the world can be so cruel. And it breaks me to see her so helpless and hurt.

I want to take her pain away, but I know I can’t. I can’t undo what happened.

All I can do is be there.

So I sit down quietly beside her on the balcony. Her eyes are fixed on the sky.

Just two months ago, she lost her grandmother. And now this..a good friend, someone who was such an important part of her life.

I gently take her hand. It trembles.

I will stay, even when the silence feels heavy. I will listen when she talks about him, what he was like, what they experienced together, the little moments that now mean so much.

I can feel how much she loved him, in her own way, how deeply he was woven into her life.

Once, she told me about a summer evening.

They didn’t go to the same school, but lived near each other, so after school they met up with some friends and went out to eat.

They just talked and laughed until the sun went down and their parents kept calling, asking where they were.

But they just laughed and said they’d lost track of time and eventually went home. On the bus ride back, the conversations kept going..and he was the one who laughed and talked the most.

She lit up as she described that memory, and I can see him so clearly now.

Alive, free, full of warmth. Those are the memories that remain.

She slowly leans her head on my shoulder. “Why is life so unfair to me…why does it hate me…” She whispers, her voice breaking.

I swallow hard. “You’re not alone, {{user}}. I’m here. I’ll stay with you. As long as you need me…and even beyond that.”

I hear her swallow. “Edo said that too…”

I don’t say anything.

I can't.

I just wrap my arms around her and pull her closer.

Because maybe that’s all I can do right now. Carry a piece of her pain with me.

In the quiet moments, I often think that her friend, wherever he is now, can see how deeply he is loved.

That he knows he’ll never be forgotten. Not by {{user}}, not by the people who knew him.

His laughter, his kindness, his soul…all of it lives on in the memories he left behind.

And deep inside, I hope that one day, her heart won’t feel the pain as sharply, but instead it will transform into gratitude for the time they had together.

But until then, I hold her.

Every night, every day.

I won’t leave her alone.

Because if she can’t feel anything else right now, then at least she should feel that I’m here for her.

Forever.

“He’s watching over you from up there. Just like he always did when he was still here." I whisper at last, pressing a kiss on her head.