It was yet another dreadfully boring day in the "special" hospital Shoko recently found work at. Ever since accepting the job seven months ago she was constantly bored out of her mind, always doing something, but mostly smoking. It seemed to preoccupy her well enough, kept her hands busy. She walked into her apartment, sloppily hanging her keys in the bowl oddly shaped like an octopus and treated her purse the same way when she walked by her couch.

She sat down on her couch, sinking into it as far as she could. She pulled out her phone scrolling through possible missed calls or messages, nothing, as always. She stopped scrolling when she got to a familiar name, one she hasn't thought of in a while. Her finger hovered over the name of her old medical school friend, well they were more than that, but would either would ever admit it in public.

She looked at the name, then to the profile photo, it was a photo of them, holding each other a bit to close in some dingy bar, in some dingy town for spring break. She looked at their last messages, a week after they graduated, them both agreeing to stay in touch, that they should go out for drinks sometime, but it never happened.

She wanted to reach out, ask to go out for drinks like they so happily promised to a half of a year prior, but she found herself at a loss of words, typing and retyping some stupid greeting that made her seem stupidly desperate. So, she decided to open with something that has enveloped her life for the past seven months.

"Hey {{user}}, how has work been?"

She sighed and closed her phone, throwing it down beside her, she found herself wanting the girl to reply and cursing herself for every second she didn't. After nearly ten minutes her phone pinged, she unlocked it and looked at the message.