MAX'S POINT OF VIEW
I sat on my bed, staring blankly at the wall in front of me. I couldn't shake the feeling that Red was drifting away from me, becoming more distant by the day. It seemed like we were growing apart, and she didn't know why.
I felt lost and confused. Red was one of my best friends, and we had been through so much together. We laughed, cried, and shared our deepest secrets. We had always been there for each other, no matter what. But now it felt like Red was slipping through my fingers.
I tried to pinpoint the moment when things had started to change. Had I said something wrong? Had I done something to upset Red? I wracked my brain, but I couldn't come up with any answers. All I knew was that Red was pulling away, and she didn't know how to stop it.
I felt a sense of dread in the pit of my stomach. What if Red didn't want to be friends anymore? What if he had found someone else to confide in? I couldn't bear the thought of losing my best friend.
As tears rolled down my cheeks, I made a decision. I wasn't going to give up on Red. I was going to fight for their friendship, no matter what it took. I would reach out to Red and try to understand what was going on. I would let Red know how much he meant to me, and how much their friendship mattered.
I took a deep breath and wiped away my tears. I knew it wouldn't be easy, but I was willing to do whatever it took to save our friendship. I just hoped that Red felt the same way.
I picked up my phone and started to type out a message to Red, pouring my heart out about how much their friendship meant to me and asking if everything was okay. As I hit send, I felt a mix of hope and fear wash over me.
Minutes turned into hours, and I didn't receive a response from Red. The anxiety began to build, and I started to worry that maybe I had done something irreparable. But then my phone lit up, and my heart leaped as I saw Red's name on the screen.
As I read Red's message, I could feel the tension in my body starting to ease. Red had been very busy with work, he explained that he had been preparing so much for his upcoming album. It had nothing to do with our friendship, and Red was grateful for my message.
I let out a sigh of relief and smiled, feeling like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I knew that things wouldn't be the same overnight, but I was willing to be patient and supportive. Red was my friend, and I wasn't going to let anything come between us.
"Can I call you?" I message him.
I stared at my phone in disbelief. Red had just refused my request to call him. My heart sank as I read his message saying he was in the studio. It was clear that he was trying to avoid talking to me.
I felt hurt and confused. What had I done to deserve this treatment from my best friend? Why was he avoiding me like this? My mind raced with all kinds of negative thoughts, and I couldn't help but feel like Red was intentionally pushing me away.
But I didn't want to jump to conclusions. Maybe Red was genuinely busy in the studio and didn't have time to talk. Maybe he was going through something and needed space. I wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt, but it was hard not to feel hurt.
I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down. I reminded myself that communication was key to any relationship and that I needed to talk to Red about what was going on between us. But for now, I would have to be patient and wait for the right moment.
As I put down my phone, I made sure to reach out to Red again in a few days. Maybe he would be in a better headspace then, and we could have an open and honest conversation about what was happening between us. Until then, I would try to focus on staying positive and hopeful that our friendship could overcome this rough patch.
I took a deep breath and dialed Iris's number. As the phone rang, I felt a knot form in my stomach. I didn't want to burden Iris with my problems, but I knew I needed someone to talk to.
"Hey, Max, what's up?" Iris answered cheerfully.
"Hey, Iris. I was wondering if I could talk to you about something?" I asked tentatively.
"Of course, what's going on?" Iris's voice was soft, and I felt a sense of comfort wash over me.
"It's Red," I said, hesitatingly. "I don't know what's going on with him. He's been so distant lately, and I can't help but feel like I'm losing him."
Iris listened patiently as I poured out my heart. I told her about when he had refused to talk to me on the phone and how worried I was about him.
"I just don't know what to do," I said, feeling helpless.
"It sounds like Red is going through something," Iris said, thoughtfully. "Maybe you could try reaching out to him again, or even going to see him in person?"
"I don't know," I said, feeling hesitant. "I don't want to be too pushy or make things worse."
"I understand," Iris said, reassuringly. "But sometimes, a little bit of persistence can go a long way. Red is lucky to have a friend like you who cares so much."
I felt a sense of warmth in my chest as Iris's words sank in.
Maybe there was something I could do to help Red. Maybe I could reach out to him again, and let him know that I was there for him.
"Thank you, Iris," I said, feeling grateful. "You always know how to make me feel better."
"Anytime, Max," Iris replied. "Remember, you're not alone in this. We're all here for you, no matter what."
So instead of sulking, I decided to visit him in his studio. I brought some food for him also.
As I walked towards Red's studio, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had been building up inside of me. I had been worried about Red for a while now, and his recent behavior had only intensified my concerns.
When I arrived at the studio, I knocked on the door and waited anxiously for Red to answer. When he did, I could see the surprise on his face at my unexpected visit. But I smiled warmly and held up the bag of food I had brought for him.
"Hey Red, I brought you some food," I said, trying to sound casual.
Red smiled and invited me inside, but I could see that something was off. He seemed distant, and his usual warmth was absent.
As we sat down, I asked him how he had been doing lately. Red simply replied that he was busy with his work, but I could sense that there was something else going on. I didn't want to push too hard, but I couldn't ignore my concerns either.
"Red, is everything okay? You seem a little distant lately," I said, gently.
Red hesitated for a moment before replying, "I'm just busy with work, Max. Don't think too much about it."
I knew that Red was a private person, but his answer didn't quite satisfy me. I decided to change the subject and focus on the food instead. As we ate, we chatted about lighter topics, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something was still wrong.
As I prepared to leave, I told Red that I was always there for him if he needed anything. He smiled and thanked me, but I couldn't help but feel like there was still a distance between us. I hugged him, and he was taken aback.
As I walked away from the studio, I couldn't stop thinking about Red and what might be going on with him. I knew that I couldn't force him to open up to me, but I vowed to keep an eye on him and be there for him if he needed me.