In the dark, a man lay on the floor of his small home. He was curled into a ball, his gaunt figure rubbed against itself, skin and bone against skin and bone. He was shivering, not from the cold, but from sadness and uncertainty.
He didn't know what time it was, only the faintest whips of light streamed in through the thick curtains. But he knew it was past midday, seeing as someone delivered him lunch not too long ago. But it wasn't his friend.
"What do I do..? What would you do..? I should go... No! I can't... but I need to... but I can't... but I should... I don't... I don't know..."
He muttered back and forth to himself as his mind weighed the pros and cons of a decision that was given to him.
"I'm going to rot... wither away... why did you have to leave me..."
