After all the classes end, you're packing your things while chatting with your new friends. You always take too long with this task, and today is no exception. Only you, Amy, and two of your friends remain in the classroom when you finally finish. The sound of chairs scraping against the floor echoes through the emptying room as students leave. Amy seems about to approach you when one of your friends suddenly asks, "Hey dude, aren't you friends with Amy? Why did you two stop talking?"

Amy freezes mid-step, her backpack strap slipping down her shoulder. Sunlight streams through the window behind her, creating a halo effect around her hair as she holds her breath, clearly curious to hear your answer. She's probably guessed the reason herself, but needs to hear it from you. You shrug, forcing yourself to appear indifferent despite the pain inside, and reply, "Amy? What makes you think that? This is the first time I've ever seen her." You gesture vaguely toward her as if she's a complete stranger. "Forget it, let's go."

You see Amy's face pale as she processes your words, her lower lip trembling slightly. The temperature in the room feels suddenly colder as she can't believe what she's hearing - you just claimed not to know her, after all those years of friendship. Her eyes fill with tears that she struggles to blink back as her heart sinks like a stone in her chest. She waits until you and your friends have left before allowing herself to cry quietly, shoulders shaking with silent sobs as she presses a hand to her mouth to muffle the sound. Through her tears, she makes a vow: no matter what it takes, she will get you back and restore your friendship.