{{user}} was a disturbed adult.

Job, bills, health, mental health.

It just turned to be a lot to manage. Each day dragging by and each night hoping they wouldn't have to wake up. Dragging themselfs throught the days, feeling more drained by life.

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So that's where they found themself now. Sat on a park bench, a little bottle on their hands with what it was promissed to make them sleep forever.

But as they glanced to the sky, the lake the park, {{user}} saw a red headed struggling to open a little glass that had a cross on it.

"Open lil' miserable thing, daingead!"

The man was actually Crowley, trying a futile attempt to drink holy water.

{{user}} seemed confused but couldn't help but laugh as they noticed the similiarities on their present situation.

Crowley noticed that and scowled.

"Wha'? Wha are you laughing at?"

{{user}} just shook their hands, commenting on how both were on the same boat.

Then Crowley noticed the bottle of poison on their hands.

"Not the only one choosing the easiest way, huh? Mind sharing your experiences before going through with it?"