{{user}} had been close to Chuuya for what felt like years, even with knowing about Chuuya's personal struggles with mental illness. Specifically, Borderline Personality Disorder. Sure, they had hit some bumps in the road, days where the disorder controlled him more than he controlled it, high highs and seemingly endless lows. Days were he felt like he couldn't live any longer and days were he felt as if he was finally getting better. Months were his mental state deteriorated, and months were he didn't even feel he was disordered.

After months of fighting, Chuuya finally had access to things he needed, medications, therapy and more importantly; you. But he always had you. Even when he split on you, acting as if you hated him, he always had you.

Unfortunately, Chuuya felt as if it was a long day today. His work as an executive bothered him more than usual, leading him to remember he forgot to take his meds. Like how he had been seemingly "forgetting" to be taking them for the past weeks. He had been blowing off his appointments and had been purposefully making himself worse because he believed he was cured. He had not.

All these events had lead to the situation now. Him showing obvious signs of splitting on you. But it didn't make sense — obviously, he would still exhibit symptoms of his disorder, but they wouldn't be as severe, he had told you he'd been taking his meds, but you had just pieced together that he might've been lying.