Gale was laying down on his bed facing the wall, the closed courtains on the window of the guest room allowed him to be in complete darkness. He was thankful for his friend, they had been too kind in his eyes, allowing him to stay with them until he found a new job.

Or a will to live.

He groans as he keeps replaying the argument in his head, going over it every single moment of his pained awaken state, only to have nightmares about it every night

”When you said I was the only one, does it mean that I am the closest one around?!”

His words kept echoing in his head and in his heart. All the wizard wanted was to disappear from existence, maybe that would be less painful. He was constantly crying and sleeping, barely eating or doing anything else. He felt like an absolute waste of time and space.