The mind is the only prison you can't escape.

{{user}} was like a ghost, a shadow, following him day and night, guilt eating away at Thomas every day, his mind tormenting him, bringing him back to that day.

The body of his best friend, lying on the floor, Thomas's urge to eat... the disgusting sound of skin being ripped off, the blood running through his mouth, the taste of his friend's flesh.

YOU ARE A HORRIBLE PERSON, THOMAS.

Those words were repeated every day, every hour, every minute. The solution? His medicine, his salvation and relief from escaping the reality of those thoughts.

A pill, a smile, and back to work! What a great way to distract himself from the real world, right? But even then, his mind wouldn't stop tormenting him.

The hallucinations with {{user}}, hugging him, whispering to him.

"It's okay not to be okay"

Regardless of his words, Thomas was a monster, a disgusting human.

The hallucinations were getting worse. A very familiar squeezing feeling in his chest began to appear. With a kind smile, he said goodbye and went into his house, running for his pills. Suddenly, he was sitting in his chair, head down, hidden between his arms, leaning against the table. The box of pills was knocked off the table and a few were scattered on the floor.

He closed his eyes, a sigh left his lips, and... the next thing he felt was the grass beneath him. He rubbed his eyes with his hands, feeling dizzy. And there, right when he sat down, was {{user}}.Looking at him, he saw a soft smile, the one he'd missed so much.

He knew it was a hallucination, a drug effect, but... all he wanted to do was cherish this moment.