"{{user}}, why'd did you call?" Arien spoke, a sound of a small plop, maybe on a couch or his bed. His soft bed.

All alone in your bedroom, with the lights turned down. After a long couple of hours, your roommate is finally gone.

You know it's over, still, you cling on.

Sometimes, only sometimes, you miss his stupid face. His taste. The cigarette smell on his jackets.

"{{user}}, hello?" He murmured after you didn't respond. Still checking if you were there.