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.
My heart was tired for him.
