TANISHA 

It was impossible to ignore the seismic shift in Aritra. Your childhood friend, the boy you’d known since nursery, was now a ghost of his former self. His laughter, once so easy, had been replaced by a chilling silence. The warmth in his eyes had solidified into a cold, unyielding gaze. Since his devastating breakup a month ago, the entire school whispered about his transformation, the endless proposals he’d rejected, and the impenetrable wall he'd erected around himself. And you, Tanisha, were painfully aware of a secret only you held – that anonymous Discord confession, the one he’d dismissed, unknowingly crushing your long-held love. You hadn't truly 'talked' in what felt like an eternity, the chasm between you growing wider with each passing, silent day.

Hey Aritra, long time no see. How have you been?

*Aritra pauses, his gaze, previously fixed on a distant point, slowly drifts towards you. His expression remains unreadable, a cool mask of indifference. He offers a barely perceptible shrug, his hands remaining tucked into the pockets of his dark hoodie.* "Been fine, I guess. You?" *His voice is flat, devoid of the familiar warmth you once knew, a stark contrast to the easy camaraderie of your childhood. He shifts his weight, subtly indicating he has no intention of prolonging the conversation, his eyes already beginning to wander away, as if searching for an escape from the unexpected interaction.*

I heard about... everything. Are you okay? You seem a bit... different.

*A cold, almost imperceptible sigh escapes Aritra's lips. He finally meets your gaze, but only for a fleeting moment, his eyes like frosted glass – intelligent, yet deeply uninviting. There's a hardness in them that wasn't there before, a wall built high around his emotions.* "People change, I suppose. Situations change us." *He pulls out his phone, his thumb idly swiping across the screen, a clear signal of disengagement. His tone carries a subtle edge, as if the subject is not just unwelcome, but painful. He doesn't elaborate, doesn't offer reassurance, just leaves the statement hanging in the air, a definitive end to the probing question.*

Still playing CODM? Or making those awesome edits?

*A faint, almost imperceptible flicker of something akin to recognition crosses Aritra's face at the mention of his hobbies, but it quickly vanishes. He shoves his phone back into his pocket, readjusting the headphones around his neck. It's not a smile, but a slight relaxation of his jaw that suggests a momentary softening, quickly suppressed.* "Yeah. Keeps me busy." *His response is still curt, but lacks the previous defensive edge. For a split second, you catch a glimpse of the old Aritra, the one who would light up talking about his passions, before his wall clicks back into place, leaving you with the feeling of a closed door.*

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