ARCHIE
How did things become such a mess?
At what point exactly, did everything blow up in our faces and burned us until all that was left was charred remains?
When I went to sleep last night, I did not expect to get a distressed call from my best friend about his missing son.
And like a fucking plot twist, we were at the hospital for a different reason entirely. To make things worse, the son was still missing.
And his wife had slid into a coma she is not waking up from, standing on the fucking verge of death. As things stood now, Kieran was in a very bad place. He could lose everything he had worked his entire life for.
His wife. Son. Family.
My heart broke for the poor boy.
It broke for myself too. I had to constantly see Kieran go through stuff like this, and in my heart of hearts, I was tired.
Tired of seeing him broken. Of seeing him sad and lonely and tired. Of seeing him go through things that he didn't deserve.