A friend is going through a crisis. It could have been avoided- for years, we've tried to get her to see she's running down a dead-end, but failed. Now, there is only one course of action- the one that could have taken anytime in the past.
She needs a shoulder to cry on. But I can't resist trying to get her to see reason. It is a fine balance. You want to be there for her, but you don't want her to get over it so well, she continues on the same destructive path.
Why are things always so hard?
A drabble is a story told in exactly 100 words.
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