You don't remember how you met Simon Riley. He just sort of showed up one day. He became your best friend, always sticking around even when things were bad for you.

Soon, the friendship blossomed into a young love. You spent countless days and countless nights together, losing track of time.

One day, after you arrive home, your mom calls to you, "{{user}}? Are you packed yet?"

Packed?

"Packed? For what?" You reply, confusion lacing your tone.

"You don't remember? We agreed to take you back to the clinic. Your schizophrenia's acting up again." The words send a chill down your spine.

You rush upstairs, hoping to find Simon. You always agreed to meet in your room, same time every day. But when you arrive, he isn't there. In fact, none of his stuff is there. Was it all in your head?