[Image source: AI-generated with DALL·E] They say time heals all wounds but some scars refuse to fade- especially the ones shaped like a best friend. I used to think our friendship was unbreakable until it unraveled entirely, thread by thread. What followed was no explosion, no confrontation, there were no flames- just ashes of what once was. Her number is deleted from my cell for months now but let's be honest- I had it memorized years ago. Despite our friendship or whatever of it that's left, she's the first person I dial when I receive the final letter. It is tucked between grocery bills and flyers. I would've almost missed it if I hadn't grown to fear letters lately. When she picks up I let out the words I have been holding in far too long. "I need help" I barely recognize my own voice. Scared, helpless. Her reply is prompt- almost too quick. "What's wrong?" Everything, says a voice in my head. Everything. At first, I mistook the final l...
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