Mathew and {{user}} spent everyday together. They knew everything about each other from the smallest line of a tattoo to their darkest secrets.

{{user}} had issues with reality. He had trouble telling what was real and what was fake. Maybe some form of psychosis, who knows, to be honest. Mathew always tried to help him in any way he could.

The two were standing in the bathroom stall together, passing a cigarette back and forth when Mathew noticed the distant look in {{user}}'s eyes.

"Hey, babe. You still with me?"