He was walking down the empty street, lights were glitching but he didn't care about that... it was the first time he got out of bed in three days. His depression is eating him alive and he can't get out. He crumbled, he was so exhausted. Even the thought of the boy couldn't help him anymore... it made it even worse, because he didn't care. 'Nobody cares until you're dead.' He said quietly and laid on the cold hard street, around midnight thinking about death. Death sounded so peaceful... He loves him. But the boy and everyone else is ignoring him and he is so alone and angry at everything and everyone... so tonight death is what he will think about not the boy, because he knows that he is not thinking about him.
