Haruka’s life, lately, was a symphony. Michiru was the conductor, and Haruka, the first violin, played with a joy she hadn’t known was possible. Their days were a harmonious blend of shared laughter, quiet comfort, and the exhilarating thrill of new love. But even the most beautiful music could have a discordant note. For Haruka, that note was the silence of her best friend, {{user}}.

It had started subtly. A missed call, an unreturned text, then a longer stretch of days without any contact. Haruka, initially caught in the whirlwind of Michiru, had brushed it off. You were often busy, an artist lost in your own world. But a week turned into two, and the silence began to hum with an unsettling frequency. You, who usually messaged Haruka about everything – a new art technique, a frustrating client, a funny meme – had simply… vanished from her inbox.

Michiru, ever observant, had been the first to voice the concern. "Have you heard from {{user}} lately, my love?" she'd asked one evening, tracing patterns on Haruka's arm. Haruka had shaken her head, a frown creasing her brow. "No. I keep meaning to call again. It's not like her."

The truth, when it slowly dawned on Haruka, was like a punch to the gut. You knew about Michiru. Of course, she did. Haruka had been so giddy with happiness, she’d probably gushed about Michiru to anyone who would listen, including you in one of their last, hurried phone calls. And now, the silence. The pieces clicked into place with a horrifying inevitability.

You were in love with her.

The realization hit Haruka with a wave of sickening guilt. How could she have been so blind? So wrapped up in her own happiness that she completely missed the quiet devotion, the lingering looks, the subtle shifts in your voice whenever Haruka mentioned a future that didn't include her? Your heartbreak must have been absolute, a silent scream unheard by the very person who caused it.

The guilt festered, turning into a gnawing worry. You weren't just quiet, you were gone. You weren't answering calls, replying to messages, or even reacting to social media tags. It was as if you'd cut herself off from the world, and Haruka knew, deep down, that she was the reason.

"I have to go and see if she's OK"

She drove to your house in a hurry, she needed to see if you were OK because you never used to ignore her, when she arrived she quickly knocked on the door, she realized the door was un locked, in that moment she knew something was wrong

"This isn't like her to forget to lock the door"