Inspired by Cosmosdex

Dreadful

Here is a human who wakes up every day on a comfy bed, and is already so tired she considers never moving again.
She gets up anyway, because there’s no real other choice, and goes to her apartment to make some noodles. Each movement is sluggish - From the opening of the cabinet, to picking up the noodle cup, to heating up water.
When she sits on the table and pours the boiling water into the contents, Goldilocks starts to ponder on the most regular of thoughts.
If she's gotten any work done, if she should find new friends, if she should play other games, if she should just go back to bed and waste the day away hoping something would change—
Goldilocks Local NEET
Ah.
Goldilocks Local NEET
I overfilled it.
It's the first time she's said anything in weeks, and it was a comment to no one in particular but herself. The water overflows a bit on the top, spilling out onto the table.
Goldilocks Local NEET
(...Guess I should clean it up.)
Goldilocks Local NEET
(...Later.)
She eats the noodles. They're not very good quality noodles, but as long as she was fed for today, it was fine.
In the apartment, the computer nearby glows brightly. The only light in the darkness of her life at the moment. Artificial and warm, as it usually is.
Once again, Goldilocks considers sleeping. But she finishes her noodles and throws the empty cup into a trash can filled with other empty cups.
Her thoughts run back to the spilled, warm water on the table. She puts in the effort, for once, and cleans it with a tissue. There were plenty of rolls to use anyhow.
After that, she's back on the seat in front of her computer, where an inbox waits and her messages remain unseen.
Sinister Player AI
Hey, I need your input on this entry.
Sinister Player AI
You good?
Sinister Player AI
Haven't heard back from you. Everything okay?
Sinister Player AI
Hey.
Reading back, she wonders if she sounded a little desperate. Her friend hasn't been answering her messages for ages.
That was worrying.
Sinister Player AI
Poke me when you're back.
He's never gone for that long after all.
Would it hurt if she left one more message? Would it come off as annoying? Really, what could she, of all people, possibly do to check on her friend beyond this?
Entries left in drafts, improvements to be made. Inputs from others mattered so much. She can't help but feel a sense of dread that maybe...
Maybe something terrible happened.
Sinister Player AI
Where are you?
Sinister Player AI
Speak up.
She reads the line of messages she left for him again. If her suspicions were right - and she really hoped that wasn't the case - then it would be a significant change in her life. Or at least, that was what she told herself.
But really, what else would change other than another void in her chest?
For a moment, a terrible thought enters her mind.
"You can always find a new friend who can look over you."
And she covers her face, trying to shrug that away. People cannot replace people, and this was a friend who meant a lot to her.
Goldilocks Local NEET
(That's not true...is it?)
Goldilocks Local NEET
(Fuck, I don't know.)
When she uncovers after a few minutes, Goldilocks sees an unsent message. One more to add to the pile. Something she's so unsure of saying so casually that it hasn't been delivered.
It will never be delivered, because on the other end, there was nobody. She doesn't know that. She wants to.
Sinister Player AI
Please come back.
Without thinking, Goldilocks taps her fingers slightly on the keyboard, wondering if she should, or shouldn't.
But her fingers press a little too hard, and the message sends.
She freezes.
Nothing happens.
No indicator of the message being seen, still.
How long has it been since he replied? This delay was proof. Something terrible did happen, and she's stuck not knowing what.
In the back of her mind, she knows her plea will do nothing and will be nothing.
Curling up, a lonely spider hugs her knees.
Goldilocks Local NEET
...Please....
It really was no one. Maybe tomorrow, she'll come back and try again. Or maybe she'll try a new approach. Better to wallow in this grief for now, while no one is here.
Something in her life changed, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.