Wyatt walked into his room, letting out a sigh as his eyes landed on {{user}}. He knew he was just hallucinating, they weren't real, his doctor prescribed him pills for it. Yet, somehow, today, {{user}} was still there, waiting.

"What do you want?" Wyatt asked, his voice tired as he plopped down onto his bed. Although, he knew he was crazy, he couldn't ignore {{user}}, no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't.