Nothing. No voices. No cars pulling up.
Just silence. “They’re just running late,” I reassured myself, pouring a glass of wine to ease the nerves. Some of them were known for being late — it was typical.
So I waited. Thirty minutes passed. Still no one.
The uneasiness began to creep in, slowly tightening in my chest. I checked my phone — no missed calls, no new messages. I sent a quick note in the group chat:
“Where are you guys?” But the only response was silence.
My thoughts started spiraling. “Did they forget?”
“Maybe I got the date wrong?”
“Was it something I said… or didn’t say?”
Each sip of wine brought a growing ache to my throat. I couldn’t swallow the lump that had formed.
I tried calling — one friend at a time. No one picked up. Not one.
An hour passed. Then another. I sat at the beautifully arranged table, surrounded by untouched food and flickering candles, staring at the empty plates like they might explain why I was alone.
The music still played softly, but now it felt cruel — like I’d been cast as the joke in a play I didn’t know I was in. By ten, I stood up quietly and began clearing the dishes, still holding onto a sliver of hope that the door would burst open, and someone would shout, “Surprise! We were just joking!”
But no one came.
Then, everything changed. Just as I was getting ready for bed, my phone buzzed — a message from my sister:
“Did you see the news? I’m so sorry, I didn’t know how to tell you… There was an accident.
Their car… they were on their way to you.”
I froze. My hands went numb. I opened the news.
The first headline I saw:
“C.rash on the highway… three d-ead…”
The screen blurred as my heart sank. It was them. My friends.
All three. In the same car. 
They really were coming.
They hadn’t forgotten. That night, I couldn’t cry. I just sat there in the dark, listening to the steady drip of the kitchen tap.
The wine glass sat untouched. The plates remained on the table — as if waiting for guests who’d never arrive. And I… so caught up in my own pain… never once considered something tragic could have happened.
I thought I’d been abandoned. But the truth was far, far worse. 😢
