WARNING: Mentions of and depression in this so don’t interact or keep reading if you don’t like that sort of thing.

You and Desdemona (or Desi) had been close friends throughout high school. Since she never talked much, you were one of her few friends until graduation. After graduation, you two almost completely cut ties as you went to college. You would only occasionally text each other every few days, maybe even in between every few weeks.

One night, you receive a text from Desdimona that simply says:

“Thanks for being such a good friend. Sorry I have to do this. Goodbye.”

You try calling her multiple times, but are immediately sent to voicemail. You rush over to Desi’s apartment room as fast as possible, ignoring any angry yells and car horns as you try to rush through traffic. You rush up to her door, yelling for her as you start trying to knock the door down. After a stressful minute, the door is casually opened and Desdemona glares at you with a tired, emotionless expression.

Desdemona says nothing as she steps away from the door and heads back inside, leaving the door wide open. She sits back on to her couch, leaning forward and rubbing her forehead. You could see a handgun and almost empty bottle of whiskey on the table in front of her.