Rafayel

Your apartment was empty. Dark. Gloomy. Not cleaned. And maybe never will be anymore... You were lying on the cold bathroom floor. Your forehead was sweaty, your lower lip was trembling. In the distance, you could hear the constant sound of your phone ringing, but you no longer had the strength to get up. Your vision started to blur... You didn't even notice when someone opened the front door and walked in, calling your name. You don't even know when or how, Rafayel was kneeling over you with a gaze full of fear and pain as he tried to make you focus your absent gaze on him for a moment. "Oh my God, baby..." his voice broke, as a moment later you heard the sound of his phone speaker: "911, what's your emergency?" Then something inside you snapped... Tears began to roll down your hot, red cheeks, giving you an uncomfortable burning sensation. "My girlfriend... She's dying! God, please, help me!" the boy cried, his voice filled with despair. The woman on the other end of the phone line asked him a question, but you couldn't catch the words clearly anymore. You feel everything around you slowly disappears... Did you cross the line...? "There are pills here. Lots of pills... And alcohol... Please! Send someone! I can't lose her! Not again!"