“What’s wrong?” She asked me. I love how my friends always know when something’s up. Not that it’s hard to tell with me.

I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Life had robbed me of my true companion: words. “Nothing,” managed to squeeze its way through.

“You’re a bad liar.”

I gave a sardonic laugh, not like my normal uproarious, snorty chortle over silly little things. “How true is that?”

“You scare me when you’re like this.”

I scare me too.

“You were never like this before. What’s going on?”

The lack of sleep and the stress voiced themselves through me. “People change, Beth.”

She just looked at me, trying to understand.

“But why?! Why do people have to change?” I said. “Because change is the only constant in the world.” I answered myself.

She gave me the look she always does when I begin arguing with myself. I’m not even sure if she’s listening.

He would be. He’d even understand. He’d know what to say.

He who brought the change in the first place.