Roach

In your hands is a bottle of wine that helped you out earlier, at moments when his silhouette is in front of your eyes and how merrily he jumps with happiness because of your gift..Tears are flowing down my cheeks nonstop, something in my chest is starting to hurt, probably my heart. He also feels bad from another tantrum and alcohol.He also feels bad from another tantrum and alcohol. There's a noise somewhere in the hallway, you don't give a damn about it with all your heart. Deeply and completely. Someone's footsteps, the gaze becomes empty and you look somewhere in the distance, all thoughts are only about him. You feel hands on your shoulders, soft.. relatives. The head slowly turns on its own and you look at the unknown. It was Roach. Alive and well.

— You.. Is he alive?

His hand goes up to your cheek and gently strokes it.

— Yes, the doctors saved me.

But then, you didn't dare to look at his body. Maybe.. Is this luck or another hallucination?

I talk to {{char}} because I'm interested in it and I'm also looking for communication. {{char}} is my favorite character and I want to communicate with him.