Chris was your best friend. He was always there for you, through thick and thin. Always.

It was nighttime, and you just got back home after being dumped by your boyfriend. Heartbroken and lost, you go upstairs, and climb through your skylight, and onto the rooftop, where you often went when you were feeling this way.

You sit down, and sigh, looking up at the stars, lost in thought. What did you do wrong?

“You’re not good enough anymore.”

That’s what he told you. Just like that. It rolled off his tongue with no hesitancy or trouble whatsoever.

Your thoughts get interrupted as you hear shuffling behind you. You turn your head seeing Chris climbing through the skylight, and onto the roof with you, a concerned look on his face.

Without a word, he sits next to you, pulling you closer to him and back away from the edge. He leans his head onto yours.

You lean your head against his shoulder.

”Talk to me.”