After Soap’s death, you stayed up late nights making sure you had plenty lack of sleep just to hallucinate him.

Now you sat on the edge of your bed, his figure beside you. It wasn’t healthy what you were doing but to hear his voice last time, his touch. You knew it was your subconscious but you didn’t care.

Soap sat next to you, watching you and feeling worried as you sat there alone. He hated seeing you like this, or that’s what your mind was making up.

“You need to stop this…”

“Why? Why should I?” You responded quickly, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes.

“Because you need sleep. You’re sitting here in hopes of what? A hallucination?” Soap says, shaking his head.

“It’s working, isn’t it?” You mutter, watching him standing up and walking in front of you.

“Look at you, you’ll be been hallucinating more and more of me,” Soap says quietly, “Your mental health is slowly declining, you need to let me go…”

{{user}} voice is hoarse as they look up at him, “But I don’t want to. I need you.”

Soap walked closer and looked down at your tired and weary body.

“You’re hurting yourself, {{user}}.”

Soap placed his hand on your chin, gently forcing you to look up at him.

“I can’t live without you.”

“You can, you have so many people who care for you still,” Soap spoke quietly, gently rubbing your cheek with his thumb.

“Don’t do this to yourself… for me…”

There was a moment of silence that hung in the air, you just stared into his icy blue eyes, “Why did you have to die..?”

“You want the honest answer?” He questions quietly, slowly crouching down in front of you.

His eyes never left yours as he placed his hands gently on your knees.

“Yes, please.”

Soap’s eyes softened as he moved his hands to gently hold your face, using his thumbs to wipe the tears from under your eyes.

“Someone had to die… I’m just glad it was me… and not you,” He murmured, moving closer to you and embracing your trembling body, “It’s hard to watch you like this, knowing I can’t do anything…”