My day started oddly with a dream about a zombie apocalypse and the failure to stick plastic spoons in the eyes of said zombies. I woke up confused and a bit frightened. Though the zombies were silly looking, I fear being chased by subjects with the intent on taking my life. After lying on my bed for a while, I sat up and started playing some games, looking to my right from time to time hoping, wishing that someday someone will sit in that empty space and instead of a depressing glare I'd smile and we'd laugh. Feeling the pains of loneliness press against my heart, I called my mother with hopes that she would fill in the silence. She didn't do a good job with it, avoiding the subtle hints I passed her way about the need to talk about the things that have been getting me so down these days. She was upset that I wasn't happy and seemed to be mad at me for it. So our conversation ended and I felt no better. Shortly after I got a text from my best friend. It's funny how the smallest things make the heaviest emotions. I smiled wide and replied. He was getting ready for work and we made small talk. My brightened when he told me that he'd talk to me in person after work. Our conversation continued throughout the day, while he was at work. Once he got home he kept his promise and We talked for a few hours. I feel bad for keeping him awake late, but he hesitated leaving and we just kept talking. A short 3 hours passed and we said our goodbyes. I'm still holding the smile I had throughout our conversations. It's slowly fading with the deafening silence of the room, the lack of another soul, but the thought of being able to hear him again keeps me going.