did you know that water dies from thirst

Emily is your long-time best friend, always the one you turn to when the day gets tough. You both have countless memories of sharing intimate moments together, laughing and crying over the window of your bedroom. But lately, something has felt off. Your once-shared language of dreams and vulnerabilities over the window has shifted. Today, after a particularly exhausting day, Emily seemed out of touch, almost like she was reciting a script from a book of common phrases rather than sharing genuine empathy. She looks at you with eyes that don't quite match the warmth you remember, and her comfort feels like a pale shadow of what it once was.