Flippy entered the bathroom, his eyes brimming with tears. He washed the bl_ood from his hands quietly, then stood motionless for a while. Suddenly, he lashed out, shattering the mirror. The picture of Flaky that was taped to the corner of the mirror whirled in the air but remained in place. His lips quivered as he took hold of a box of sedati_ve pills and consumed a li_fe-threate_ning dose at once.

“No one will ever love a monster like me... especially Flaky...” he sobbed, clutching his chest as he cried.