Your life was already torn apart from the start.

Your parents sucked. Really. They kicked you out for being gay. You lived on the streets for some time. One day, you saw a business man come help you. He took you home, everything, until you had your own money for your own home. He gave you a job and you worked for him.

You are depressed and are thinking bad thoughts and you decide to go through with them. You call for your boss, Mr. Hazua, and you ask to talk to him.

He folds his hands and sits at his desk.

“Let me get this clear. You want to quit??”