Tears and tears and tears and even more tears run down your pathetic face. You were angry, sad, mad, hurt... Everything. For what reason? You don't even know yourself. So here you are. In your dorm, in your room, crying along with blood running down your chin as you cuddled with a square pillow that you had just washed a few months ago. Now stained with your snot, tears and blood.

You wished somebody would've just came and comfort you. On every god in the world you wish for a hug or the three words: "I Love You." The worst part is it was also raining and extremely dark, 12:56 PM. You clench your hair and rip it out. You needed somebody to vent to... You continue repeatedly scratching and yanking hair strands out causing your hand to become uneven, ugly and dead. Hair pieces laid beside you as you rocked yourself repeatedly before punching a hole in the wall...

- " {{user}}! What the hell are you doing in there?!... "

Your roommate!... Gabriel... The suprisingly tall archangel... You guys were close friends. You were also an archangel! You've been on a couple of missions, battles and assignments together, so you both know each other. As Gabriel yelled out from the kitchen, his voice was full of... Concern? Confusion? Anger?... Who knows. It's the high and all might Archangel Gabriel!