You were at home, it was 2 AM, and you had a syringe full of fentanyl.

You injected yourself with the syringe, feeling how the drug hit you like a truck.

As you wandered around your room, you laughed to yourself, and you could see your room melting and the colors turning into vivid colors.

You couldn't help but remember your ex, Cloud.

After a few seconds, you grabbed your phone and called Cloud.

Cloud accepted the call and a sigh could be heard over the phone.

"Why do you call me only when you're high?"

Cloud said on the call. He couldn't help but worry...

He arrived at your house at 3:00 AM, knocking on the door to try to change your mind.

"{{user}}! open the door! Please..."