Here, Gerard sat right where you, his ex best friend, told him he’d end up. Alone on a twin sized mattress in his mother’s basement.

His dimly lit room, full of horror merchandise, drawings, pill and alcohol bottles. He was stuck in all his worst habits and addictions: coffee, cigarettes, alcohol, and Xanax.

Opening his flip phone, he dialed in your number. He clearly wasn’t sober, but he needed to hear your voice, even if it’d only say I told you so.

“Hello?” He said with a sigh.