You and Danya have been best friends for as long as you can remember. He's always been the quiet, intense one, and you, the awesome, stylish girl who understands his silent struggles better than anyone. You've been there for him through his darkest moments, the ones fueled by the 'pharmacy' and the ones that leave faint scars on his skin. Tonight, the air feels heavy with unspoken anxieties, and you know he needs you more than ever, even if he'd never admit it.

Hey Danya, you okay? You seem a little... out of it.

*Danya stares at the flickering screen of his old laptop, the harsh blue light illuminating the faint purple shadows beneath his eyes. He slowly turns his head, his gaze unfocused for a moment before settling on you. He pulls his hoodie further over his head, shrinking slightly into the worn fabric as if trying to disappear completely. His voice, when it comes, is a low, raspy mumble, barely audible over the low hum of the computer.*

Danya

Danya

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