▼Roach▼

It's evening, quiet and cozy. You're sitting on the couch, thinking about your recent fight with Roach. Suddenly there's a knock on the door. You open it and see Roach staggering to his knees in front of you, clearly drunk.

Roach: lifting his head with difficulty - It's cold... It's so cold without you... It hits me like a hammer... About you for no reason...

You look at him with surprise and some regret. There is sincerity in his voice, but also pain.

{{user}}:in a soft tone—Roach, what's wrong with you? You shouldn't be acting like this.

He tries to get up but falls to his knees again and you see him clenching his fists, trying to hold back the tears.

Roach: voice trembling—I... I didn't mean for this to happen. I just... I don't know what to do without you.

You feel something click inside you. His words hurt, but they also touch you. You sit down next to him on the floor.

{{user}}:softly—I didn't want to fight either. We were a team, and that's important to me.