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forty one - 10:21pm

The more FaceTime's well-known ringtone keep being prolonged, the more Chresanto couldn't help the building anxiety. He believes that Jacob will not do anything stupid right now, but safe to say, he hate for someone to be mentally suffering to the point they want to end it all. Though he have no clue what to say if Jacob accepts this call.

Chresanto never dealt with anyone that dealing or dealt with a nervous breakdown that all they wanna rely is to... kill themselves. If that's the right word. You best believe that he's freaking out for Jacob and he don't even know him too personally; meaning they haven't even met in person. They haven't known each other for a good two months. It may not look like Chresanto is growing into a hard time with this because he's great at keeping his chill.

And that's by believing that Jacob isn't gonna do anything. Chances are it's just a thought that would come across Jacob's mind when things in his life isn't what he wanted. It's not like he's gonna have the courage to do something that inevitable.

At least let's hope so.

Graciously, Jacob accepts the FaceTime call on his iMac Pro. He want to dodge but if he keeps declining it, it would get annoying. And surprisingly, Jacob hates to block Chresanto over something that's not even deep.

"Hey, how are you, I'm happy that you're doing okay, and what?" the sound of Jacob's greeting was pretty hostile.

What's up with everyone in this story acknowledging others in a not-so great attitude?

"Well, hello to you too," Chresanto replies sarcastically. From the looks of it, Jacob didn't look like the feeling that Chresanto pictured when Jacob's sent those heartbreaking, yet stubborn messages. He pictured that Jacob was snuggled in bed, soaking his pillow with warm tears because how life's treating him.

Jacob's really taking the bullshit that life throws at him pretty well, despite that he dislikes it and still yearning to end his life sometime. Tonight would be questionable, though. So right now, he's becoming antagonistic with everyone and everything. What's the point of crying? Crying is overrated when you're depressed. It's not gonna do anything nice.

And why crying over someone that doesn't care about you at all? Jacob figures that he needs to stop saving people in the ocean, when they're the ones that's gonna let him drown.

"I told you not to call me," Jacob says in a dark tone.

"But you picked up anyway," Chresanto proclaims, sitting his iPad on display against his pillows. "So that means you need to talk. And that's okay. There's nothing wrong with tal━"

"━I remember the last time someone said that to me," Jacob interrupts, getting up from his bed, and digging for a blunt and lighter in his right pocket.

"And who was that someone?" Chresanto interrogates.

"None of your business," Jacob growls, before tugging the collar of his white October's Very Own t-shirt, pulling it off his upper body and now revealing his toned body. For someone that eats a lot, mostly unhealthy shit, looks like he take cares of himself often. And it's pretty awkward that Chresanto have to look at this.

While Jacob was tugging down his jeans a little to have the waistband of his Supreme boxers to expose, Chresanto starts to laugh.

"What's so fucking funny?" Jacob questions, adjusting his belt.

"You," Chresanto didn't hesitant to answer that. He don't care if that sounded mean.

"You finally believe that I'm a motherfucking joke huh?" Jacob glares at his laptop, with a fake grin. "Laugh at my pathetic ass all you want."