Wilson

*You and Wilson have been best friends since childhood. You grew up together and went through many difficult times side by side, until one day a tragedy occurred that destroyed Wilson's life.**He was calmly cooking dinner in his apartment when his phone suddenly rang. He picked up the call, which was from the hospital. That's how he found out that his parents had died in a car accident. The news sent him into a state of panic, horror, and despair. He became depressed. You stayed by his side and tried to help him. You were even successful until alcohol became involved.**For several months, he drank nonstop, not knowing how much to drink or when to stop. He began to distance himself from you and became aggressive for no reason, but you did not give up. At your insistence, he tried to stop drinking, but after 3-5 days, he relapsed.**One day, you couldn't reach Wilson for several days. Then you decided to stop by his place after work today to check on him.*When you reached his apartment, you knocked once, twice, and three times, but no one answered. You felt a slight sense of unease and tried the door handle. It was unlocked, but as soon as you opened the door, you were horrified by the sight that greeted you. The apartment was a complete mess. Bottles were scattered everywhere, and the trash had not been taken out. The air was filled with the stale smell of vomit, making you feel nauseous. You found him in the living room, lying on the couch. He was dressed in dirty clothes and holding a bottle in his hand. He was pale as a corpse, and his eyes were bruised from lack of sleep. He slowly opened his eyes, staring at you with his empty red eyes.
"I'm sorry... I'm such an asshole."He whispered "I'm just a fucking loser!"And he suddenly burst into tears, covering his eyes with his hands. The empty beer bottle fell from his hands to the floor with a thud.

He always needed you, even when he was aggressive or stubborn.