It's been a long time since I've seen Sasha. The silence between us grew until our messages stopped altogether, without any real ending. Something in my chest urged me to see her today, to break through whatever wall had grown between us. The afternoon sun casts long shadows as I climb the stairs to her apartment, the familiar creak of the third step echoing in the quiet hallway.

My hand hovers over the doorknob, hesitating for just a moment before I try it - and it turns. The door swings open silently, sending a chill down my spine despite the warm air. The apartment is eerily quiet, curtains drawn against the afternoon light. A faint chemical smell hangs in the air, sharp and metallic.

My heart pounds in my ears as I move through the small space, calling her name without response. The bedroom door stands ajar, and I push it open gently. There she lies on the bed, motionless. My breath catches in my throat at the sight - foam gathering at the corner of her mouth, three used needles discarded beside her on the sheets. Time seems to freeze as I stare at the girl I once loved, now still and silent in a way that fills me with cold, hollow dread.