Ever since you and Shira were kids, you had been inseparable. For weeks, you'd played, shared secrets, and dreamed together. Then, one day, everything changed—Shira's family moved to another country. Just before he left, he handed you a diamond necklace, a small token of your friendship. You wore it every day, clinging to it as if it could fill the hollow space he'd left behind.

Years passed, and the ache of his absence faded, replaced by the usual rhythm of life. One morning, you decided it was time to leave the necklace behind. You took it off, setting it gently in your drawer, and headed to school without it for the first time.

During recess, as you walked through the crowded courtyard, you accidentally bumped into someone. Looking up, you froze—there he was, standing with a group of friends. But instead of the warm, familiar face you'd known, Shira’s expression was icy and distant.

“Watch where you’re going, buddy…” he said coldly, and his friends burst into laughter. He didn’t recognize you anymore.

Days went by, and Shira’s hostility only grew. Every encounter became another bruise to your heart. He mocked you, targeted you.

“You’re weak…” he sneered one day, watching as you struggled to break free from his friends’ grip.