The rain was a gentle whisper against the windows, mirroring the storm raging inside my mind. My best friend’s house was a small sanctuary, a place of refuge from the terrifying unknown. We sat in her cozy living room, the air thick with unspoken fears and unanswered questions. The warmth of the fireplace did little to thaw the icy dread lodged in my chest.
“What now?” she asked softly, breaking the silence. Her eyes were wide with concern, her hands trembling slightly as she gripped her coffee mug.
“I don’t know,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t know what to do, where to go. Everything feels surreal, like a nightmare I can’t wake up from.”
