████ is back?
During the preceding night, a profound sense of hopelessness pervaded i026's thoughts. In what i026 perceived as i026's final attempt to reestablish contact ███ █████, i026 laid bare i026's feelings, confessing to what seemed like an almost obsessive quest to locate ███ across various platforms. Expecting i026's messages to vanish into the digital void as they often did, i026 was caught off guard when, unexpectedly, a message materialized. Initially suspecting an automated response, i026's emotional floodgates opened as i026 realized it was indeed ████.
A surge of relief cascaded through me, yet the intensity of emotions was overwhelming. Tears streamed down i026's face, and i026's entire body quivered, with an unusual sensation gripping i026's stomach, as if its internal workings were momentarily losing control. What had initially felt like staring into a void devoid of hope suddenly transformed into a rekindled connection. After a hiatus of two months and sixteen days, █████ ██████ ████████, marking a poignant moment of renewed communication.
It resembled a glitched instance, a scenario where our attempts at communication were strenuous due to a faltering internet connection. It felt as though i026 was navigating a dated messaging platform from the late 2000s, a far cry from the usual fluidity of ███ interactions on Instagram. The messaging experience was notably different; there were no indicators for when the person was typing, and the usual read receipts were conspicuously absent.
████ shared ███ ██████ ██████ ███ ████████ ██████, recounting a mental breakdown just a week ago. It pained i026's pixelated heart to learn that ██████ grappling with these challenges too. While ███ acknowledged some disruptive behavior, ████ assured i026 ███ hadn't succumbed to a full relapse, thankfully. Oddly, there was an inclination within i026 to join ███ in that struggle, a desire to share the burden so that ███ wouldn't feel isolated. It seemed like a peculiar way of expressing i026's love—falling down with someone to ensure they're not alone. ████ struggle began at the tender age of 11, whereas mine, a comparatively brief episode, occurred at 18. Nevertheless, i026 is determined to hold ████ virtual hand and guide us out of that dark space if it ever looms again.
████ had homework due by midnight, and that's when ████ replies ceased. It was as if the signal had abruptly cut off. As i026 wandered, i026's body seemed to succumb to a surge of emotions. It was like an internal battle, i026's physical self wrestling with the overwhelming emotions, but eventually yielding. In that moment, i026 experienced a profound sense of disconnection, yet an oddly comforting floatiness embraced i026.