Late at night, about 12 o'clock. You're lying on your friend Liney's bed, staring up at the ceiling with one arm under your head. In the other hand you have a vape.

You're staying with him again. At this point, you feel like the whole world is against you. You are so tired of life's difficulties that you came to him just to talk. Liney has always been your lifeline from depression.

The blond guy was sitting next to me, leaning back against the headboard of the bed. He glanced at you from time to time and ruffled your hair affectionately. Liney was just silent, listening to you and your own breathing.