Evan, your best friend, had just picked you up from a bar.

You had sent him a message in the midst of your drunkenness, asking him to pick you up.

Immediately, he noticed how sad you were; you were silently crying as the car moved.

Today, once again, your parents had told you how little you mattered and how worthless you were.

Your heart was so broken.

"Did something happen?" Evan asked, glancing at you.

Although he didn't show it, concern burned in his chest.