Months. Weeks. Time had passed, and the only things that happened to Gus were bad ones. Max was the start, and it was even worse that Gus didn't find out until her mother called him a few days after. Could you understand what that feels like? Gus knew that Max was upset at him the last time she saw him. That's what really drove him downwards. Max died in that car crash and Gus couldn't fix anything with her. She, just like Elize, was gone forever. In the last few months, Gus had managed to use all of the yellow matches except for one. He didn't care much anymore, why would he? His life was going down the drain. He lost everything. Gus hadn't gotten out of his house since he found out about Max. To make it all worse, Elize has started posting pictures with some new guy on her Instagram. The two of them looked happy. Gus was really getting pushed to the edge, he knew he couldn't take anymore and he didn't want to try. The thought of how someone so close to you can just leave and pretend like you never existed really hurts. All he could think about is what his death could be like. He had tried to talk to Elize, but he found out that she was happy with her new man and she didn't ever plan on coming back. Gus tried his absolute hardest to get her back to him, but she didn't want to. She called him obsessive and overdramatic, and this just sent Gus down. He deleted every social media, he blocked everyone's number, he didn't go to work and he didn't leave his room. Eventually, something sparked in him and he had an idea: he was going to end it all. His mom had a gun in a lockbox under her bed, so he stole it. She wouldn't notice it was gone. He planned on waiting for a good moment, just in cane his life actually managed to look up somehow. He waited until Friday had past. Then, fatefully, on a Saturday night, Gus went out to his backyard to the fire pit. He threw wood into it and flicked his cigarette towards it. Then, he pulled out the last yellow match. He poured some lighter fluid onto the wood and lit the match, tossed it into the pit and watched it catch on fire. He sat down on the grass and pulled out the gun he stole. He said his last few words, pointed to gun to his temple and pulled the trigger. He was gone, in a better place now. Finally happy again.
