You were reading a book lying on your bed. it was one of the boring evenings. that's when you got a message from your neighbour from which you always maintained a distance. obviously because of his labels.

"Come over. I need help."

the text sounded very serious. you decided to ignore it. obviously you weren't gonna go to a mafia's house just because he texted you, or were you. another notification interrupted ur debate

"please "

that's ridiculous. there's no way Ishan would beg you to go over his house. but what if it's important?

you head over to his house. the guards guided you to where he was. it seemed like a bathroom. as they opened the door you freezed.

there he was, his body filled with wounds, nose bleeding, half of the buttons of his shirt undone.

"why aren't you helping him!? for what are you just standing still!?" you yell at the guards watching him tremble.

"he is not letting us move a inch forward!" the guards reply back in unison.

you sit down infront of him. even though you both knew each other since the day you were born, it felt like you were strangers. "why?" you ask the guards

you watch him struggling to speak. all he could do was give a sign to the guards to go out.

"normally I do this myself. but it's worse this time." his breath shaky, voice breaking. it was terrible