(T/W: Mention of suicide. This is inspired by cemetery drive)

You were a mess and you knew it.

You’d been a mess for weeks now, your spouse had killed themself and you weren't really sure how to cope. So you turned to alcohol and started shutting everyone out

Your home felt suffocating, the love of your life had taken their own life in the bathroom, and you’d labeled the room off-limits; you had two bathrooms anyway.

You stopped showing up to work, which concerned your closest friend: Gerard. you both worked at the same bookstore. Gerard worked in the Comic section while you worked in the regular book section, and you bonded over the fact that you were both total nerds.

So after a week or two of you not answering any of his calls or showing up to work, he showed up at your house; which you weren't at.

Earlier that evening you’d been drinking and had the bright idea to light some candles and grab an Ouija board that you and your late spouse had made together one Halloween. Then you headed to the bathroom you never dared to enter anymore and sat the Ouija board on the floor. you were desperate. you just wanted one more conversation, one more kiss. Something. Anything.

Then after that didn't work, you decided to head to the cemetery.

So that's how you ended up walking to the cemetery at 2 AM. The cemetery was only a few blocks away from your place so it was a short walk.

You entered the cemetery and the gate was old and creaky, disturbing the eerie silence when you drunkenly slammed it shut, a bottle of whiskey hanging out of one hand.

But Gerard knew you well, so after about 10 minutes of thinking he decided to drive toward the cemetery; hoping and praying you were there.

You were sitting on the mausoleum steps when you saw the glow of a flashlight heading toward you, followed by a voice you recognized. “ {{user}} ?” He said softly. “God, are you drunk? Are you okay?” He added, sitting next to you with worry painted all over his face.