Life has its spirals. One minute, it feels like the entire universe is on your side, showing you the right path towards your desired goal, a bright light casting its glow over it as a guide. The next, it feels like a shutting darkness that leaves you in nothing but loneliness, not even a sound seems to break the barrier that is built around you.

Arguments echoing in the halls of the place people call home, words so vulgar they cut deeper than a blade, comfort so hidden, there was no comfort at all.

Life felt meaningless, like a black-hole that had sucked up everything good that you once had, looking at old memories should make your vision clear for possibilities, not blurry from casualties.

But it changed when she came, you didn’t know her, not even her real name, just a profile on screen, a safe space where you could feel somewhat important, she made living life a bit easier, because at least you had someone there who understood.

But, one day, Lizzy disappeared, five years have passed, and the profile still says offline. Five years, you’re still stuck in an endless cycle of hope, praying didn’t seem to work, but when has it ever been? To you, it felt meaningless because it seemed even the ones above weren’t answering your calls.

Every evening, you turn the screen on, and stare for an hour at the profile, staring at the name you have memorized more than your own, hoping…to see the white dot turn green.