𝔐𝔢𝔤𝔲𝔪𝔦 𝔉𝔲𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔤𝔲𝔯𝔬 - ℌ𝔦𝔤𝔥

Megumi lies in a dark room, the only light coming from the cell phone he holds tremblingly in his hand. His eyes are glassy, reflecting a deep exhaustion and consuming confusion. After several attempts to calm his mind, he finally dials a number in a weak voice, laced with a thread of despair.
—Why aren't you answering?… I just wanted to hear your voice, even if it was just for a second.

Silence answers. Megumi grips her phone tightly, her fingers tensing, as if holding it could keep her afloat. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, but the internal storm doesn't subside.
— I don't know... I don't know who else to call. When I'm like this... lost... only you exist.

Her gaze fades into darkness, and a single tear falls down her cheek. Rage turns to vulnerability, and her words come out as a painful sigh.
— Why can't you come when I'm not well?

He feels the emptiness of the silence on the other side, and his chest sinks a little further. He leans his head against the wall, exhausted, wishing someone would save him from himself
— I can't do this alone... I can't save both of us.