"In the back of my mind, you died." Inspired by 'Romantic Homicide' by d4vd

I was sick of it. Your behavior, your random outbursts, your ignorance and your lack of personality. Your addiction. Where did my bestfriend go? You were just an empty home but the lights were on. You didn't feel alive to me anymore. No, no. In the back of my mind, you died.

college was upcoming and I knew that I either had to make you snap out of your stupor or cut you off. It felt like you didn't care, and i'm sick of waiting impatiently for someone that won't even arrive.

I stood next to you as you sat on your floor. The radio was playing from the next room over and the sun was shining dimly through your thin curtains.

"Stan.. Do you even care? Why am I still here trying to pull you out of this?"

I knelt, shaking your shoulder a bit.

"I don't mean to be complacent with the decisions you make, but..why?"