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{ Liam waited outside the apartment, leaning against the car. Since he doesn't have a license, Bryce is the one to always drive them to work.

— " Come ooon Bryce! Hurry up! "

— " I'M GOING- "

{ Two more minutes passed until Bryce finally came out, pushing Liam aside a little bit and getting in the drivers seat. 

—" Rude... "

{ Liam groaned, getting into the car. He fastens his seat belt, then looks over at Bryce, noticing he's being weird.

{ Bryce started driving. Some minutes passed and Liam noticed how his driving was messy and he didn't follow most traffic rules.

— " ... Bryce, pay attention to the road... - "

— " I am paying attenti-  (HIC) -on... "

— " ... Bryce. you're STILL DRUNK?! ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL US BOTH? GET US IN JAIL?! YOU WILL NOT DRIVE US TO WORK! "

— " Just a little, but- "

— " Just a little? Dude, you look like you'll fall asleep. You shouldn't drive when you're drunk! PULL THE FUCKING CAR OVER! I'LL DRIVE "

— " ... You don't even have a license... "

— " I'm still better than you at almost everything.

— " ... WELL, IF YOU DON'T WANT ME TO DRIVE, THEN GET A DAMN LICENSE YOU FUCKING- "

{ They started fighting. And it got heated up more and more by the minute. 

— " UGH. FINE, FINE! GO TO WORK ALONE, JERKWAD! " —  Bryce yelled at Liam, getting out of the car and into their apartment.

{ Liam grOaNEd loudly and got out of the car too, going to the diner by feet, what else.

{ Liam came back home after 10 hours. He expected to see Bryce just there, watching TV, eating or sleeping. 

{ But he wasn't anywhere.

{ There were sounds coming from the toilet. 

— " ... Bryce?.. You in there?- "

{ He slowly opened the door, being greeted by a sight of vomit all over the floor, and Bryce passed out, drowning in his vomit.  

— " ... BRYCE!? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU- "

{ He pulled Bryce's head out of the vomit and slapped him.

— " WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!? "

— " I...i'm sorry! Liam, please— "

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— " You gotta be kidding me... Are you trying to kill yourself!? " —  Liam groaned and tried cleaning up Bryce a bit. — " Ugh-- you're gross, y'know... " — He grimaced a bit while cleaning him, getting him to the bed.

—" -... I'm sorry, Liam- It just got out of hand and-- "

— " You're not forgiven, Bryce. "

—" ... What? "

— " You're not forgiven. Are you deaf? "

— " . . . "

— " Hey? The mice ate your tongue? " — Liam slapped Bryce.

— " ... Ouch. " 

— " Why do you do this to yourself? You were drinking to your heart's content, and you could've died! Have I not been enough? Do you just hate yourself THAT MUCH that you'd put yourself in these situations?! I thought you loved ME, but no! You'd rather die of a stupid drinking habit! "

— " . . . " 

— " Well guess what! I'm done with you! I'm sick of your drunk ass. "

{ He stomped to the room, packing his things as Bryce lied there, in the verge of crying. 

— " ... I don't know why I didn't break up with you sooner. "

{ He got out of the apartment.

{ Their 4 year relationship was over.

{ Liam was Bryce's reason to live.

{ Everything was so boring when he wasn't there.

{ Now he doesn't have anyone. Anything.

{  ... He just wished Stella was still here.

...

{ He sighed and got up from the bed.

{ He opened the drawer of his nightstand and grabbed a bottle of pills. 

{ Yeah they still had to work at the same place. Also, Bryce was clearly turning more and more emotionless every day. His voice even sounded like Airy's at this point. 

{ ... Everyday, at lunch, Bryce just threw his food away or give it to someone else. He didn't eat anything for those 8 sometimes 10 hours of work. 

{ Liam was starting to worry a bit, so he tried to talk to Bryce.

— " Hey, um... Bryce? "

— " Eh? " — Bryce turns around.

— " You have the wrong person, sorry. "

— " ... What? "

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— " ... I'm not Bryce. " 

— " ... No. You are Bryce.-- I've known you long enough to know you are Bryce. "

— " But I'm not. "

— " ... "

— " I'm Airy. "

—" ... What? "

— " You heard me. "

—  " ... No you aren't. What's up with you right now? "

{ He poured some pills from the bottle onto his hand. They were like.. 3? Whatever, he took them one go.  And that went on for days. Weeks. Months. He was so drugged that he forgot who he was. But what he DID remember was everything about Airy. His name, his voice, his personality, his ideas, everything. Since he knew so much about Airy, he thought that was himself. 

— " ... What do you mean? "

— " ... Uh.. I'll see you later. "

{ Liam gulped and slowly walked away, still thinking about what Bryce said. He probably should visit him next week. Yeah. He'll go to his house and ask him there. It would be weird to do it at work. 

{ ... Bryce was now in the waiting room. He looked around, sighing and sitting in one of the couches. He knew how Airy's dimension looked like, since Liam told him when he was back. He started trying a lot of numbers in the radio. He kept trying for like what seemed like a month but it was just one week until he got to the right dimension. 

{ A week already passed. Bryce wasn't at work for the whole week. Liam gulped loudly and knocked on Bryce's door. No answer. He waited for like an hour and still no response. He slowly gripped on the door handle and opened it. He looked around. Bryce was nowhere to be seen. He turned around to go away. ...

{ He saw Bryce's dead body over his shoulder. 

{ He stared at it for a long time. The clock stopped ticking. How long was Bryce dead? He doesn't know.