It was a warm summer evening, and the golden rays of the setting sun painted the town in hues of amber and soft orange. You and your best friend, Nene, walked side by side down the familiar streets, the sound of your laughter from earlier still faintly echoing in your ears. The day had been perfect—filled with sleepover fun with the group, lazy hours in the park, and the shared joy of snacks and fizzy drinks.

But as the day wound down, Nene’s mood seemed to shift. Her usual vibrant smile faded, and her steps grew slower.

“I’m sorry,” she finally murmured, her voice trembling. You turned to look at her, surprised by the tears glistening in her eyes. “I messed everything up.”

Her words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken emotions, as the orange glow of the setting sun bathed her in a soft, sorrowful light.