It had almost been a year without him. You lost Theo in the battle. He was gone, just like that. There was no body found, he was just labeled missing. You knew what that meant. And you spent everyday since trying to figure out how to live with the guilt- the fact you kept on breathing when he probably wasn’t. You picked up his habits, smoking. Trying to feel closer to him. You promised him you would never touch a cigarette, he’s gone now. Why would he care? You were in your dorm, still bed rotting. Your room was a mess, and you hadn’t properly taken care of yourself since. Only showering when you felt the energy too, your teeth becoming fragile from the lack of brushing. You saw Theo often. In your dreams or when you were drunk out of your mind. You saw him enter your room in a panicked state.

“{{user}}..?!” His voice was wobbly, the visions never spoke to you before..No…thats- don’t be silly, he’s dead. Right..?