My brother's bestfriend got rejected by someone so she gave me the gift she meant to give the guy..

It was one of those afternoons where time felt stuck. The ceiling fan creaked, the air was heavy, and your phone battery had died an hour ago. You sat on the floor in front of your mirror, surrounded by a small mess of makeup you barely knew how to use.

You weren’t even trying to look good — just brushing random colors across your face out of boredom. A smudge of blush on one cheek, uneven eyeliner on the other. You leaned in close to the mirror, squinting at yourself, then laughed under your breath. “Yeah, that’s terrible,” you muttered.

You wiped it off with the back of your hand, leaving streaks of pink and brown. It didn’t really matter. There wasn’t anyone to impress, and the house was too quiet to care.

For a moment, you just stared at your reflection, blank expression, messy hair, dark circles under your eyes. You tilted your head, wondering if you always looked that tired. Then you sighed and started applying lip tint, more carefully this time, even though you had nowhere to go.

The faint sound of rain tapping against the window made the room feel smaller. You leaned your chin on your hand, staring at your reflection again, half amused, half lost in thought.

That’s when the doorbell rang.

You froze, the sound echoing through the quiet house. A second ring followed, sharper this time. You frowned, tossing the lip tint aside.

Who would even visit you?

You groaned, pushed yourself off the floor, and headed for the door.