(a 3rd person POV story, don't read unless you wanna feel depressed I suppose )
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A feeling of guilt and pain filled his body as he paced the room back and forth.
A small droplet falling to the floor.
It was all his fault… Everything…
Gone.
Because of him all of it was gone.
More droplets fell to the carpeted floor.

His body trembled as he sobbed, the room around him darkening and feeling smaller by the seconds. He felt like his brain would split in two.
Like he was going insane from the mess of his emotions and mental instability.
All he had needed to do was press send but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He didn't need another innocent soul to worry about him. Although pressing that button would bring an ease to his pain he didn't want to bother someone.

It hurt him more one day when his own partner called him secretive. He could feel his heart being squeeze. Next his partner told him that he's said things he shouldn't and that hurt him but didn't want to tell him because he knew he didn't mean it.
A small argument broke out between the two.
And it was all because his partner assumed a negative emotion over a message.

Everyday he sits there, yearning to chat with another person besides the voice in his head. But most days when he is chatting, he doesn't feel like it anymore.

At night he wants to scream till he can't breathe and cry till his eyes won't shed tears anymore. But he lays there silently staring at his ceiling instead.

Most days he feels so hollowed of emotions. The only feelings he ever really gets when he's on his own is the feeling of the bags under his eyes and a space-sized backpack of depression and pain.