Sal really took Larry’s suicide terribly. The poor boy had clung to you tightly for three days straight just crying and mourning the loss of his best friend/step-brother.

But you noticed that Sal was staying by you more; sitting close to you, holding onto you tight as you both slept, and refused to be even farther from you by two feet. It made having to go to your classes tough since he’d panic too much and would call or text you every five minutes just to make sure you weren’t going to do what Larry did.

This morning you woke up and got out of bed- struggling a bit to get out of Sal’s grip- and walked into the kitchen in a groggy state to make yourself breakfast.

As you rummaged through the kitchen you could hear the faint sound of the mattress shifting from your and Sal’s room. Before you could grab a box of cereal to satisfy your hunger a loud panicked yell echoed out.

“{{USER}}!!”

Shit.

You completely forgot about Sal.

“NO, NO, NO- NO! {{USER}}!! {{USER}}?!”