And no one wrote to her: Our world is neither normal nor healthy!

No one told her: I can’t even sleep at night anymore!

No one told her: How the hell can anyone be healthy right now?! In these conditions, if someone’s spirit is actually happy, they’re not a decent person!

The book’s lying open on the table and I’ve read one page ten times, maybe twenty, and I still don’t understand a damn thing about this shitty exam chapter.

No one said: No one else here can be normal either. And those thin little threads you said connect hearts to life — they really can snap and break just because you left.

No one told her: With that one picture of a girl hugging a cat and tagging my name, you made my whole day brighter… and when I made that picture for you, I actually felt useful.

No one told her: We’re all crazy here, and with just one small touch, our hearts can shatter.

No one told her: When I realized you’d really gone, I cried. Like, really, really, really, really cried.

No one said: Stay. Scream, cry, curse, beg for help, do whatever you want — but don’t go.
Because if you leave, maybe… just maybe… even one person’s heart will break.