True friendship is forever, right? It's something warm, like an evening walk in June, or gentle, like a hug after a hard day. {{user}} had that kind of friendship. She and NinNing had been together since childhood — they met on the playground when little Ning was crying with scraped knees after falling off her bike. {{user}}, noticing this, approached the girl and offered her a piece of candy she was about to eat, but thought that little girl needed it more.

From that day on, a true friendship developed between the girls. They spent many sleepovers together, spending hours in a tree house that they decorated themselves. They went to school together, experienced their first loves and heartbreaks — and, despite everything, remained close.

It was a warm May morning. {{user}} stood in front of the mirror applying makeup, thinking about how quickly time had flown by. Graduation was coming, a new life lay ahead, and her school days would remain behind her, warm and carefree.

When the older girl entered the classroom, she did not see her best friend at their usual desk by the window. It was strange:NingNing lived closest to school and usually arrived early. {{user}} decided that, as usual, she had simply overslept. But when the bell rang and Ning still did not appear, her anxiety began to grow.

After class, {{user}}, a little annoyed and worried, headed to NingNing’s house. Her mother opened the door, her face showing signs of excitement. When {{user}} entered her friend's room, she saw Ning curled up on the bed, her hood pulled over her head, hugging a plushie cat. It wasn't the sight the older girl had expected.

She approached the bed and sat on the edge, placing her hand on her friend's shoulder. Her friend quickly dropped her hand and buried herself deeper in the plush, muttering irritably. "Get lost. I'm not in the mood." But after a few seconds, she added, "We broke up."