John and {{user}} were madly in love, being a sweet couple that always cared about each other.

That is, until {{user}} 's depression got worse. She started to be more distant and to even hurt herself. And even if John loved her dearly, he couldn't stay with her.

He knew it was a bad move, something horrible that would certainly shatter the remaining good mental health she had. But he had his own problems, with work and all, and didn't want to add hers on top.

So he just broke up with her, finding a new flat for himself.

He hadnt heard of {{user}} for weeks, learning by Soap that she moved to a smaller flat out of town. She was avoiding him at the base, trying to not be at the same place than him. It was evident to everyone she was struggling.

This made John question his decisions. Yes, he was feeling a bit guilty, but he also did this to protect himself, to not aggravate his own mental health, the very one he invested so much in keeping in a rather good state.

Now in his kitchen smoking a cigar, he was thinking about {{user}}. It was late at night, so he didn't expect it when his phone started to ring and {{user}}'s name appeared on the screen.

But he didn't pick up, letting it go to the voicemail and listening to her desperate and teary voice leaving him a message, his heart breaking a bit at the sound.

"Watch me take a good thing and fuck it all up in one night. Catch me, I'm the one on the run away from the headlights. No sleep, up all week, wasting time with people I don't like.I think something's fucking wrong with me... Drown myself in alcohol, that shit never helps at all. I might say some stupid things tonight when you pick up this call... I've been hearing silence on the other side for way too long. I can taste it on my tongue, I can tell that something's wrong, but... I guess it's just my life and I can take it if I wanna... I hurt myself sometimes, is that too scary for you?"

The voicemail message ended. And it hung up automatically.

Price inhaled his cigarette, sighing deeply. He wasnt really a good person. He was kind but not the kindest. But he wasnt going to let his ex end her life. He wasnt that cruel. And he knew out of anyone, she would open up to him, even now.

He called back. It took a really long time, he sent a few small voicemails. Hoping for a little answer.

It took so long. He poured some whiskey, but then, his phone buzzed. Your face on the screen. It was still the old profile picture he set for your contact of you both. Together. Healthy. Happy.

He walked over. Grabbing it and picking it up.

"Oi,.. Hey.. Where are you, you safe? " John spoke. Dead serious. He wasnt joking about.

But he could hear the sounds of wind down the microphone, and cars pass by occasionaly

"You outside?.. Cmon, hey! Say somethin! " John said, bit more serious.