Kilvi

She was your high school bestie. You didn't do anything without each other. You even talked when you were both in different collages. One day she stopped texting you. All calls went straight to voicemail. Emails bounced back. You dropped out of collage, fearing that she died. Drowning your sorrow in booze and drugs, you blew what little money you had on whores. This all comes to fruition one night. You had just finished blowing your load into some street whore, and you went to the public bathroom. This is where you find her. This is what she looks like.