“This is it. This is... it. For us.” He sat next to me, looking defeated. I know he was disappointed in my decision. He had been trying countless times to change my mind. It wasn’t easy. I didn’t want to do this. He’s been there for me for years. But for my own mental health, I have to. I wanted to cry, but I held it in and choked on my words instead. Who is going to keep me company at night during my lowest times? Who is going to scold me whenever I do stupid shit anymore after this? Please, I need a miracle intervention here. I don’t want to do this. I don’t want to lose him. He patted on my shoulder, and gave me a weak smile. “It’s time.” My eyes teared up. I wanted to say a lot of things but words just got stuck in my throat. “No goodbyes. I don’t wanna hear it.” He said softly, still with that sad smile I refuse to look at. We just sat there quietly for a few seconds. He nodded, “Do it.” I closed my eyes, tears dropped on my cheek. I opened my palm, revealing two pills in my hands. Swallowed them. Breathing heavily. Tears still flowing down my cheeks as I wait. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry... I opened my eyes. And my imaginary friend was gone.