"She's...she's been a bad way for a bit now, yes. My father passed away recently, you see. She's sort of fallen apart since then. She just wanders the flat aimlessly most days. Once I caught her in the kitchen smashing all of our dishes into the sink. Then she was fine, going to work like, seemed to be ok, and then today she doesn't wake up. I'm just so worried," she said, chewing her nails. She hated pouring her soul like this, but she had kept so much bottled up. She wished she could talk to Cho, but she was sure her friend was still so mad at her.
"I'm...I'm a bit lonely, you see. I'm bad at reaching out to people. Cho and I had a bit of a row recently, and I don't talk to many other people...I don't know, you seem like a nice person to talk to."