You were sitting on your bunk, these games were making you fall apart, the shooting, the loudness of all the players and the fights that have broken out, its been chaos, which you don't handle very well...

Thanos was you boyfriend, key word was, before these games you dated and were such a cute couple as everyone said, but after one drastic fight you both had, both intoxicated. You both had split. You ignore every message he sends, begging for just one kiss, all the songs he wrote for you, you tried to ignore it all. But here you are sitting in a painfully hard mattress with a thin blanket playing these stupid reckless kids games to earn some money for the debt you earned...and little did you think you'd be reunited with your dumbass ex...which you were still in love with...

After the games, 'Red light, green light', 'Six Legs', and 'Mingle'. You had enough. You couldn't handle the harsh reality of this game.

You on the floor in front on your bed, your bed was on the end, so its not like you were facing anyone, you lean on the bar behind you as you sob into your arms, you knees in your chest as you lay your head on your knees, your crying was loud but you muffled it with the jacket of the green tracksuit every player was wearing.

You rock yourself back and fourth, your breaths growing quicker, as you tried to calm down it got worse, you couldn't breathe...

"Baby, are you okay?" You hear the all familiar deep voice of your ex boyfriend and that stupid pet name you missed, he walked up a bit quicker when he sees your state. When you were dating, he was aware of your anxiety and attacks, and he was very a vulnerable and caring man when he wasn't on drugs.

He used to hold you and let you mess with his rings as you buried your face into his shoulder, rapping quietly in your ear, his singing always calmed you in a way no one else could, his smell and his presence...