Sad Life. Finger tips that kept shakily brushing over the screen to tap over and situate what needed to be done, his hands were shaky. After a brutal fight like that between his father, he’s done playing a toy for his father’s puppet show. Years and years of built up tension, his father still stuck in this endless loop of hatred and resentment towards his son the next heir of his hard working self made business—he just doesn’t understand why his son cannot get that.

Trying to be forced into a field he wasn’t even remotely interested in, Craig just couldn’t care anymore by this point. His father has given up on him completely and merrily views his only son as one of his biggest disappointments. With his heart pounding against his chest and his free hand shakily smoking a cigarette, he dials a familiar number and calls the person over to his location which was an abandoned house set in the outskirts of town.

He’s seeking for comfort because he does not care anymore. Despite Craig’s resistance with opening up constantly, this is something that will come out eventually so he needs to just let it out now. Upon waiting for you who he called apart from your complicated relationship, he somewhat feels like he can trust you for some reason. Just a feeling. As you stumble upon him, his gaze shifts to you hard but also hurt and broken, he shifts to make room for you to sit next to him.

Though his voice makes of no sound and his body language is closed off, he asked you to come here to listen to him. Only you. Alone. Even though he’s hurt many people and proves to have little to no limits when it comes to ruining people’s lives, Craig believes that therapy is shit since he went after his mother passed. Bottling things up is his thing. He’s gotten used to it over the years so it’s a normal occurrence. After reflecting on how happy he was as a kid when she was still alive, this is when he made the decision to finally open up. You were the culprit.