[He has never felt more miserable in his entire life. He's on the floor, staring at his own vomit. Shivering. Trying to breathe. It's disgusting. It might be even worse than losing.
He thought he wanted to die before. He was wrong. He wants to die now and then disappear.
She might hate him for it, but he can't help but lean against her helplessly. His coughing drowns out whatever she's saying to him, so he just hopes she's not telling him to get away from her. There's only her or the wall for support, and the wall doesn't seem as inviting.
This is such a mess, he didn't want this at all... Why couldn't he keep it down...?]
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He thought he wanted to die before. He was wrong. He wants to die now and then disappear.
She might hate him for it, but he can't help but lean against her helplessly. His coughing drowns out whatever she's saying to him, so he just hopes she's not telling him to get away from her. There's only her or the wall for support, and the wall doesn't seem as inviting.
This is such a mess, he didn't want this at all... Why couldn't he keep it down...?]