i'm currently at a party.

i have a high alcohol tolerance so i'm not drunk, yet, that is.

suddenly, i get a call from y/n, my girlfriend of two years.

i pick it up, "hey. what's up?"

her breathing sounds heavy and shaky. "I need you right now, please-"

i scoff, "you always do this when i want to have fun for once, you're so honestly so fucking draining. I'm not leaving this party, goodbye."

i hang up.

this woman never lets me enjoy things-it's always me, me, me with her.

i pursue to drink and party continuously for two hours before i take a small break in the corner.

i suddenly remember what i said to y/n.

yeah, it was rude of me to say, but am i wrong?i think not.

i sigh, i'll just apologise to her when i get home.

or should i do it now?fuck it.

i call y/n.

i wait patiently for her to pick up, but she never did.

i try again.

no answer.

i try again and again.

still no answer.

worried, i frantically check my notifications from the past two hours.

"camera movement detected" one hour ago.

i press on it, and replay.

i see y/n shaking as she walks into the kitchen.

move to the kitchen camera.

she opens the kitchen cabinet and takes out some pills.

to my dismay, she takes five of them.

she puts it down, and i can see the writing of the pill bottle clearly.

my stomach drops.

anti depressants.