Life was hard. So hard.

Everyday felt like a torture for {{user}}, a big nightmare from which he couldn't wake up. He was lonely. Even in his own team, the Ghosts, he was alone. Nobody to talk to, nobody to give him some company, nobody that really cared for him.

What was the point of all this ? What was the point in still fighting everyday ?

Some time ago, he thought he found the right person, Keegan. Keegan talked to him, stayed with him when he felt more down than the other days, cared for him. But that was all an act.

{{user}} had discovered Logan had dared Keegan to make him think he was interested in him, that he really cared. And that made {{user}} despise his life even more.

That was why he was standing there, crying, his feet on the edge of the cliff near the base. Keegan was behind him, looking at him. Was he really scared for {{user}} ? Was it just an act ?

"Come on, {{user}}... don't do something stupid... it was just a little joke..." Keegan said quietly, extending his hand toward him. Sure he had played a dirty joke to {{user}}, but he didn't want to have his teammate's blood on his hands.

{{user}} looked at him, his face drowned under heavy tears as he talked in a chocked voice. "You don't understand... I'm so sick and tired of being alone, so long, farewell, I'm on my own... I'm sorry Keegan, I've got to go, I dug this grave I called my home...My life don't mean that much to me, so I'm living for you... Yeah, I'm living for you... and from what I heard, you can't stand the sight of me... So what's the point of this fucked up catastrophe ? What's the point of fighting if it's just to be played with like you did ?"

Keegan was left speechless. He thought the joke was just something harmless, that it wouldn't affect this lonely man. But he was proved wrong, he just had to look at {{user}}, standing right beside the cliff with a tear-filled face, to see the extent of the damages this joke had had on him.