STORY ABT HOW MY ''BEST-FRIEND'' SINCE BIRTH DESTROYED MY ROOM AND UNALIVED
MY BABY (my hamster)
So, basically, Luca, my best friend of 19 years (yes, since birth),
betrayed me in the most horrible way, and I’m still trying to process it. T
his happened about a month ago, and it’s been tough. Let me tell you the whole story.
A few weeks ago, I had this huge argument with Luca because I didn’t want to hang out with him.
See, my mom had just had a m!_scarriage, and I was planning to spend the day with her to support her through it.
I figured, family first, right? But Luca just didn’t care. He kept pushing me, asking why I couldn’t just hang out with him, and I told him I needed to be there for my mom. And he was just… so mad. He kept saying I was making excuses and that I was overreacting. It just felt like he couldn’t understand why I wanted to be there for my family at such a difficult time.
Eventually, we made up. But I could tell something felt off. It wasn’t the same,
and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was brewing beneath the surface.
Then, a couple of days later, I came home from work or whatever, and when I opened the door,
all the lights were off, except for my room. My heart started racing,
and something just didn’t feel right. I walked through the house, and when I opened my bedroom door,
I couldn’t believe what I saw.
Luca had snuck in and completely ruined my room.
My bookshelf was on the floor, books scattered everywhere,
some pages even ripped out. It was like he just trashed everything.
My clothes and hangers had been thrown out the window, and it was raining.
Everything was wet, and I just… I didn’t know what to think.
My posters—the ones I had spent years collecting—ripped off the walls. He went through my stuff and
stole some of my jewelry, broke my necklaces, and I couldn’t even find my photos.
I looked at my pinboard, and all my pictures were ripped up,
as if he was trying to erase all the memories we had together.
It got worse—my ceiling light was gone. Gone. No idea why.
And then, I noticed my blanket and bed sheets were missing,
and my pillows were nowhere to be found.
My makeup? Completely destroyed.
My eyeshadow was cracked beyond repair, and I couldn’t even use it anymore. My lipsticks were useless.
My mirror—broken. I just stood there, looking around, completely shattered by what I was seeing.
It felt like my whole room, my space, my everything, was just completely violated.
And then, I walked over to my hamster’s cage, because he’s my baby,
and it was gone. My heart stopped. I started looking around frantically,
until I saw him—under my bed, unalive.
I couldn’t believe it. I burst into tears, so upset and angry that he
the person I had trusted for years—could do this to me.
I immediately texted him, asking what happened. He denied it at first.
He said it wasn’t him and that I was overreacting.
But, deep down, I knew. No one else could’ve done this.
And then, after a few hours of silence, he admitted it.
He sent a message saying he was sorry, but his words felt empty.
He said he was angry, but nothing could justify the destruction he caused. He was just… sorry.
At that point, I knew I couldn’t keep him in my life anymore. I cut him off.
It hurt, more than anything, because Luca was my best friend for so long.
19 years. And in a single moment, he showed me that he was willing to throw everything away
for whatever reason he had. I still don’t understand why.
But sometimes, people aren’t who you think they are.
And I can’t let someone like that stay in my life. Not anymore...
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