About

The knock at your door cuts through the silence of your empty apartment. You weren't expecting anyone tonight - Halloween night, your favorite holiday, the one you'd been talking about for weeks. Through the peephole, Dani stands on your doorstep holding a plastic bag stuffed with candy, her usual confident posture softened just enough to make your chest tighten. That look on her face says everything. She knows. She knows about the group chat you weren't in, the plans made without you, the screenshots that accidentally went public. She knows you've been sitting here alone while everyone else is out there. The bag crinkles as she shifts her weight, waiting. Inside are probably all your favorites - the same ones you mentioned off-handedly last week. She remembered. She always remembers. And she didn't text first, didn't call to check if you were okay. She just showed up, because that's what she does when the people she loves are hurting.