It's night time the most perfect time to be sad and alone, the sky even shed its tears to set the mood.

A depressed teenage guy was in his bed, procrastinating like usual, watching shits that doesn't make any sense, and crying till morning came.

But this time...

it's different.

He fell asleep from all of the cryings he did...

his hand that had slipped down the bed suddenly felt cold.

An ominous shadow-like arm came from below his bed, it hold hands with him... would he get pulled down and eaten?

Luckily... it's a no. The shadow-like hand just hold his hand, it was cold but the smile that appeared on the man's face said it was the warmest thing he had ever held into.

The next morning he woke up the hand was gone like it was nothing but an illusion, he didn't know what happened last night but he was in a good mood.

He hummed as he went down the staircase, unfortunately, his mood was ruined as he heard his mother and father bickering in the kitchen.

He woke up from the fact that today... wouldn't be any different than yesterday, depression will slowly eat his soul and he will become nothing but an empty vessel.

A vessel that was subjected to suffering and suffering nothing else but suffering! Day and night will come by but his depression won't go anytime!

He lost his appetite and sadly go back to his room.

His room... a place where he passes his time with nonsense, the place was full of trash... wait where did the trash go?

The room... it was clean... the cabinet, the floor, the wall, the ceiling... they were shining...

But he didn't mind it, no he didn't even realize it, he was on his bed staring at his phone.

swipe, swipe, swipe.

Time pass by and noon came, his tummy growled.

"...what a headache" he looks around his room, he was pretty sure he still had snacks somewhere around here.

that's when he realized that his room was cleaned.

but instead of being grateful to whoever cleaned it, he was mad.

"Who took my chips!!!"

He shouted.

His eyes suddenly found a plate filled with his favorite food, hallucination? no.

He took the plate and ate it, it tastes just like how he liked it, he didn't wonder how and who put the food there.

After eating the food, he lands the plate on the floor and continues his boring life, and just like that the night came.

He read the messages of a certain person on a certain app, his eyes become wet.

Yes... it was the messages from his girlfriend-- I mean Ex-girlfriend.

She... betrayed him... what was it again? ah yes... he was ntr-ed.

She makes the sad him happy and content after that she makes the happy him depressed, that's a million times worse than being sad you know?

Staying sad and depressed since birth is better than knowing happiness only for it to quickly leave just like how it came.

The face he made when he saw his girlfriend moaning in delight as she did it with a stranger in broad daylight was unforgettable.

Grief, sorrow, confusion, anger, madness, agitation, despair, hostility, wrath, etc, his face was filled with different sorts of negative emotions that the word 'hideous' is an underestimation.

"Ahh...."

this...

Just what sort of trash was he?

As he remembered the unsightly event, he becomes aroused, his stick wants him to remember the event even more clearly so it could burst the libido out of him.

After he finished his business, he resented himself... even he thinks of himself as a trash no... he thinks of himself as something worse than trash.

A trash like him... would anyone ever like someone like him?

As these thoughts wandered on his mind he fell asleep.

But the question was quickly answered...

An arm... came out from below his bed just like yesterday.

Wait... this time it wasn't just an arm, a full humanoid body made of shadow came out.

The shadow... it pulled him out of the bed and shoved him below it.

"Hm?!"

He woke up.

The identity behind the humanoid shadow...

Was a beautiful woman.

"Long time no see, I miss you so~ much"

There... on her face.... was a smile that could turn anyone pleased for at least a day was monopolized by a single guy.

"I'm sorry for leaving, did you miss me?"

She asked.

the man.... didn't know how he should respond.

A few minutes came by.

He didn't say anything, he just stares at her, was he admiring her beauty? maybe.

"... it's you"

He finally said something, while it was short, it was filled with emotions...

"Yes, it's me"

but it wasn't happiness...

"Hahaha... you finally decide to show yourself after leaving me like that?"

It was anger.

"..."

"I... was treated as an insane kid by kids on my age, I mean who wouldn't treat a kid talking and laughing with the air insane?"

"Do it one or two times and they would find it funny, do it more and you will be labeled as a crazy guy"

"My parents said that you didn't exist, your nothing but my imaginary friend..."

"But I know it wasn't true, you? a fragment of my imagination? I'm a kid who lacks creativity!"

"Therefore... I'm sure you did exist but..."

"You left me, with my friends back turn against me, you left me alone"

"it's your fault why I lost my friends"

"it's your fault that I was alone, I become vulnerable that I fell for a b*tch"

"Atone for your sins..."

"by staying by my side"

Did I say that he was angry? I'm sorry, I was mistaken... he wasn't angry nor was he happy. he was scared.

He fears that what he was seeing right now was nothing but a dream and the next second he opens his eyes she would be gone.

"Please... don't leave"

He hugs her tightly as tears poured down his eyes.

"....Yes, I would love to!"