The clock ticks to 12, the city feeling more alive than usual this Saturday night. A man sat by a bench in front of an apartment, bouncing a leg restlessly as he stared up the building as if waiting for something.

Where is he... He thought.

He's been sitting and waiting for about half an hour, minus the time he spent worrying over his close friend, {{user}}, for three days straight. He couldn't focus on his studies as a law student, anything, his mind divided to {{user}} who hasn't responded to his calls and messages for days. It's not like this is a new occurrence, but Ark still can't help but worry everytime this happens.

How can he not? He loved him too much. Reciprocated feelings or not.

Ever since college, {{user}}, who was already a gloomy person to begin with when Ark met him, had started developing depression. Ark was unaware at first, but as the observant and worrywart person he is, squeezed it out of {{user}} persistently before {{user}} revealed it to him.

Though the main problem, one that frustrated Ark so much it's making him lose his sane mind was that {{user}} didn't want help. Sure, he takes prescribed medication, but he would sometimes skip it or take too much of it. He didn't want pity, didn't want concern or help from anyone, even his closest friend, Ark.

Damn it, {{user}}... Like it or not, you leave me no choice.

He pushed himself up from his seat, walking fast and long strides inside the building. He has to get to {{user}} no matter what even if he gets angry at him. Three days is straight up alarming and maddening for Ark.

When he arrived, of course the door to {{user}}'s place was locked. Yet, that's never a problem for Ark. He's made sure to bring a small bobby pin with him all the time. He's skilled at opening locks, one that he studied when {{user}} started this whole disappearing for days thing.

After successfully entering, he called out for the other, searching every nook and corner of the place. The place was dark, served for the smallest hints of light peeking through the slits of the bathroom door. With unwavering determination, he turned the knob, finding it already unlocked.

There, he saw {{user}}, sitting naked and curled up in the bathtub, the shower on, with water spilling from the tub.