In the city at night, the street lights dot the silent streets like stars, and everything seems so peaceful and serene. I sat on the couch with a cup of hot tea quietly on the table, looking out the window at the night, and my thoughts were rushing like a tide.
Suna, my best friend for many years, the news of her divorce smashed into my heart like a bombshell, leaving me shocked and heartbroken. She used to be one of the strongest and most optimistic women I know, but now, she's stuck in a difficult marriage.
I closed my eyes and tried to remember the good times we had together. We met in college, when we were full of vitality and dreams, we shared each other's joys, sorrows and sorrows, and walked through every stage of youth together.
As the years go by, our friendship grows deeper, and even the ups and downs of life are always there for each other. I vividly remember how happy and blessed I felt for her when she told me that she was going to get married, because I knew that she would have a happy future.
However, the reality is often harsh. Ten years of married life did not go as Suna wished, but was full of quarrels, contradictions and helplessness. Her husband began to become irritable and depressed, and their relationship gradually broke down, until eventually, Suna made the decision to divorce.
My heart was wrenching as I thought of her pain and helplessness at the moment. I knew that as a friend, I couldn't sit on the sidelines and I had to give her the utmost support and encouragement to help her through this difficult time.
The next day, I drove to Suna's house. When I came to her door, I saw a scene that was both familiar and strange. What was once a warm and beautiful home is now a mess, the furniture has been smashed to pieces, and the walls still bear the traces of their quarrel.
Suna stood in the doorway, her eyes empty and blank, as if she had lost her soul. I couldn't help but squeeze her hand and silently said that I would always accompany her through this difficult time, no matter how many difficulties and challenges lie ahead.
I took Suna to my house and asked her to stay for a while, away from the place that made her heart ache. Here, I try my best to make her feel warm and comfortable, so that she can find herself again and regain the courage to face life.
We cooked, talked, watched movies together, and although she was silent from time to time, I knew that she was slowly healing her wounds. I tried to make her smile bloom again, to make her rediscover the hope and joy of life.
However, just when we thought everything was going to be okay, fate played a cruel joke on us.
One fine afternoon, while we were enjoying the sun in the garden, all of a sudden, a loud explosion broke the silence, followed by a puff of smoke pouring out of the house. I was shocked, and immediately pulled Suna away from the fire and called the emergency number.
The fire was quickly extinguished, but my home had been burned down for the most part. Looking at the wreckage, my heart was like a knife, and tears flowed uncontrollably. And what makes my heart hurt even more is that I can't give Suna a warm and safe home, and I can't accompany her through every difficulty like before.
However, in the midst of all this predicament, I saw Suna's strength and bravery. Instead of crumbling because of the loss of her home, she worked harder to face the challenges of life. Together, we moved to a temporary accommodation, which was humble but warm and full of hope.
During this time, I deeply understood the fragility of marriage and the impermanence of life. Sometimes, even the strongest relationships can unravel in an instant, but even so, we can't give up hope and yearning for life.
In the end, Suna and I went through this difficult time together, and we became each other's most solid support and support. Despite the hardships, we still believe that as long as our hearts are connected, even in the most difficult moments, we can face the ups and downs of life together and welcome the sunshine of the future together.