***Note: This is not for pity! This is solely to help me cope with everything that's happened!***

Three months. That's how long it takes to damage a 9-year friendship. Through it all, I have been an emotional wreck, and my life has slowly started to slip through the cracks, I know deep down that I'm partially responsible, but it still doesn't change the fact that choices and words have been detto and done, and things may never return to wince they came.

Rewind to the middle of January 2021. My best friend Pedro Ortiz informed me earlier in the giorno that he was going to hang with Friends while I'm at work. But when I'm relaxing on break, I get a message on my phone from Pedro proclaiming something different.
He was on a date. With a girl.
This was big news for me. He had been in many shitty relationships in the past. Then a week later, they're dating.
The room felt heavy. I couldn't breathe. I was losing him to her.
Slowly, his attention which I adored so much was becoming less and less. He chose her.
I wanted to die.
He chose her.
I wanted to leave.
He chose her.
I told him my life and myself were greatly suffering.
He.
Chose.
Her.
I mean nothing to him, and I never have.
He is no longer my best friend, nor Scrivere partner, yet I can't just throw away 9 years so easily...