You have had enough and you can’t take it anymore.

Right now, it was 3:26 am. Before you do it, you wanted to text your best friend.

“Thank you for everything.”

You typed, sighing deeply.

He was currently reading a book until he heard a message. He looked at the message for a few seconds, his eyes widening in dispelief. He then sprinted to his motorcycle, hopped on it as quickly as he could and drove off at a whopping 92 mph towards your house.