You never really cherish life until you're about to die, you never cherish the laughs you have with your family or the crys, the accomplishments or the injuries, the feeling of being loved or alone. But we never really realize that's how we feel in the moment, and I suppose the same could be said for losing a loved one.

Cotard's syndrome, a disease characterized by the personal belief that the person with the disease is dead, missing a limb or without needed organs or blood.

A disease that {{user}} unfortunately had.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Phillip doesn't want to fight right now, especially not like this. He hangs his head low, his hands reaching up to rest on {{user}}’s knees, clenching their pants lightly. He sighs, "I'm not looking at you in any specific way,” "Don't look at me at all then," they snap back in response.

Phillip sighs, his hands moving from their knees to the tray of food, “Please sweetheart, just please eat, I promise it'll be alright.”

No, no, no. Nothing was right. Nothing at all, {{user}} is dead, dead and gone.