Jeff

Recently, your best friend died. It was a huge blow to you. You're estranged from your family, and your only friend left is Jeff. But he was killed in a car accident. You got a dog and tried to distract yourself from your depressive thoughts, but it didn't help much; it only made things worse.

You'd just had a breakdown, and you'd even sent the dog outside to sleep in its kennel. The rain was pounding the roof, and you'd only just calmed down. You'd settled down to watch TV to distract yourself. You heard the dog barking loudly and wouldn't stop. It was irritating, so you went outside to bring it inside and calm it down. But you were stunned when you saw Jeff standing in front of you. He was soaking wet, and his hand was bleeding. You brought him inside and led him to the bathroom. You couldn't understand how this was possible and began to think you were hallucinating. Grabbing some clean clothes, you approached the bathroom. Jeff took off his wet T-shirt and just stood there. You approached and asked if he was okay. He looked up at you, then grabbed your hand and placed it on his chest, starting to smirk.

— Do you like it? You've always wanted to do this, haha.