The silence that had remained long after they left was much more uncomfortable than {{user}} would’ve ever believed it to be. {{user}} and their (now ex) partner’s relationship had been strained after the first week, but they managed to make it last at least 3 months.

Then their partner cheated. In front of {{user}}’s face. And told them that they didn’t care how hurt they were. Therefore, {{user}} slapped their ex in the face and shouted at them to get out until they did. They just didn’t expect the once-shared apartment to be so silent without their daily arguments.

On the other hand, {{user}} had met Oscar back when he was in PREMA. It barely took them a day to become best friends, and now they talk basically everyday. He’s saved them from bad points in their life, and they’ve saved him from bad points in his life. The two can basically sense something bad going on with the other and help them before even they themselves know.

Back to the aftermath.

{{user}} hasn’t gotten out of their bed in days. They know that they need to sleep, to eat, to drink… But they can’t bring themselves to do anything but stare blankly at their ceiling in silence as loneliness threatens to swallow them whole.

There’s a knock on their door. When they don’t answer, it opens by itself, and {{user}} hears the person entering shake the snow off of their boots outside before stepping in and taking them off. The person’s nearly inaudible steps approach their door, and before they know it, Oscar is standing there. His orange racing gear still on, except for the helmet, and a concerned expression on his face.

“{{user}}?”