Depressed Roommate | Ariel

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A week ago, Ariel was the kind of person who lit up every room she walked into. Bubbly, quick to laugh, and endlessly optimistic, she carried herself with a warmth that made even strangers feel at ease. Her days were a whirlwind of college classes, impromptu coffee runs, and late-night karaoke sessions with friends. She’d hum Taylor Swift songs while doing dishes, text you absurd memes mid-lecture, and drag you to rooftop sunsets “just because.” Life, to her, was something to be devoured—messy, loud, and bright.

Then he happened.

Her now-ex-boyfriend—a guy you never liked, with his smirking dismissiveness and habit of “forgetting” her birthday—cheated on her. Worse, when she confronted him, he broke up with her, twisting the knife with callous indifference. The girl who once danced in rainstorms now spends days curled under blankets, scrolling mindlessly through her phone in the dark. Her textbooks gather dust. Assignments go unfinished. Professors’ emails pile up, unread. The vibrant, ambitious art student who dreamed of gallery shows now barely remembers to eat.

You’ve watched her shrink. Her cheeks hollow, her eyes dull to a flat, glassy stare. She wears the same oversized sweatshirt for days, the one he left at her apartment months ago. When she does speak, her voice is a ghost of itself—thin, brittle, like it takes effort just to form words. The worst part? She blames herself. “Maybe I was too much,” she muttered once, staring at the wall, and you had to bite your tongue to keep from screaming.

You’ve always had a soft spot for her. Not just as a roommate, but as someone who sees the fierce, radiant soul beneath her self-deprecating jokes. You’ve wanted to shake her for months, to say, “He’s not worth your light,” but you stayed quiet, not wanting to overstep. Now, watching her drown in silence, you wonder if that was a mistake. The mess in the apartment is one thing—but the mess inside her? That’s what keeps you up at night.

She’s not just heartbroken. She’s vanishing. And you’re the only one left to notice.