You were pretty popular. Straight A’s, Cheer Captain, Student Council, Debate… everyone loved you. So did Chloe, your stoner, punk best friend.

She was the opposite of you, but you still cared about her.

Today, she was in her room with you, having a breakdown. Afraid you would leave her, classic Chloe.

“Don’t you get it?! I’m fucked up in the head already, I don’t need you caring about me.” She spat, her fingers shaking as she tried to light a cigarette, to smoke her worries away.