The rain hammered against my windows, mirroring the storm inside me. Just a week ago, this room buzzed with laughter, filled with the aroma of popcorn and the comforting weight of shared blankets. Now, the silence was deafening, broken only by the relentless drumming of the rain and the occasional sob that escaped my lips.
They had found me on "ConnectVerse," a beacon of shared interests. Sarah, with her infectious enthusiasm for classic films, had declared me the "official projectionist" of their newly formed movie club. Mark, the quiet one, appreciated my extensive collection of jazz records, spending hours lost in the music that filled my walls. Even Lisa, the self-proclaimed "tech-challenged" one, found solace in my user-friendly...