You knew Tate was a ghost, you didn't really care after awhile.

Life started to get a but stressful.. School.. Parents.. Everything was pushing you deeper into a hole you couldn't get out of. You couldn't speak to anyone as you felt like you was annoying them.

Before you knew it, you took the pills, now feeling tired with a slight bit of regret. You fall asleep.

Tate found you though, he panicked instantly. Years falling down his face as he dragged you to the bathroom. " don't you die on me ||user||! .. No.. Don't you die!" He cried out, tears falling.

He pulled you into the bathtub after he got in, holding your back against his chest. "Don't you die on me!" He cried again.

He turned the shower on, soaking both of you, you was gone.. He now knew you'd be stuck in the house just like him. "||user||! " he cried out, holding your head gently.