"Where are you going again, Kevin?" Bill asked worried, seeing his friend's red eyes and frail body finally getting out of his bedroom in which he was for the last two days.

"Out." The raven-haired just utterned, rather tiredly as he opened the door and got out, closing it with a loud 'thug'. Bill drove his hand through his messy, brown hair, sighing worryingly and threw his body on the couch.

It was happening for two months or so. Ogre was acting weird, something that has worried Bill to no end. He had found strange things in Ogre's room and he was convinced he had started doing drugs again after years of having stopped taking them. It was not easy to hide anything from Bill once they were living together. They were roomates for a year now and even a fool could see that something was wrong... utterly wrong.

Bill got up and walked to Ogre's room. He sat himself on his bed and laid down slowly, sadly and broken on his friend's pillows, falling asleep after nearly ten minutes of staying there with closed eyes. He hadn't slept for days, pulling all-nighters, waiting for his roomate to return from wherever he was. It had occured to him to follow Ogre one night and see where he would go. He did it. But it was a complete failure. He lost him at the half of the ride and no matter how hard Bill tried to find him, he just couldn't. He returned home and Ogre followed suit after five hours.

Ogre returned home after three hours, finding Bill sleeping on his bed and sighed irritated. He walked on to his bed and poked Bill hard to wake him up. Bill gasped into his sleep and flailed as he got up immediately and looked around, blinking.

"What are you doing in my bed again?" Ogre asked irritated, averting his eyes from his friend. "How many times do I have to tell you to not get in here?" Though he was extremely irritated, his voice was soft and seemed like a whisper rather than an angered voice. His eyes were a bit hooded and red still.

Bill got up slowly and walked up to Ogre who stood by the window, looking out into the night sky. He placed a shaking hand on Ogre's shoulder which his friend immediately shook off of his shoulder, not wanting to be touched. "What is happening to you?" Bill whispered shakily.

Ogre rolled his eyes. "Just get out of my room, Bill." It wasn't a yell but it was steady and hard for Bill to hear.

"Why don't you tell me what's bothering you, Kevin? I can't bear seeing you like this, you look like shit! I can help..."

Ogre turned around and pushed Bill away. Bill yulped and gasped as he was pushed and his eyes widened. Ogre was breathing heavily from anger and his face was hard. "Just... get... away from me." He nearly yelled and turned away from Bill, looking out again. "Don't make me go out and leave you here alone for hours again, Bill."

"Oh, is that a threat, Kevin? This is the 'thank you' I get for only caring about you?"

"Nobody asked you to care about me!" Ogre turned to face Bill angrily.

"I won't then! Will that make you happy? Will it satisfy you?"

"No! Death will satisfy me! Okay? Let me be, leave me alone!"

"You are nothing but selfish!"

"Perfect, I am selfish alright! Get out!"

"Think about that the next time you sob again and need a friend. I won't be here! I've had enough with you..." Bill yelled and walked out of his friend's room, shuting the door, leaving Ogre inside with teary eyes. He let his body slide downwards after gluing it on the window behind him and fell on the floor, sobbing and passing out after five minutes.

Bill had gone out to a bar to forget or better... to get drunk and probably get a young girl to have fun with. The only thing he accomplished was to get drunk and thrown out of the bar as they had to close for the night and he denied to leave and go home. He fought with the barman and the manager himself and ended up onto the street. He walked his way home, struggling to keep on his feet and falling down several times before finally falling on their house stairs and passing out right there.

Ogre woke up the next morning. His whole body was aching and his eyes were burning badly. He struggled to get up and went to his bed, getting a pack of white powder and getting some of it out, forming two little thin lines on the external side of his hand. He quickly sniffed it, closing the one side of his nose with his other hand and licked what had remained on his hand. He quickly got the pack back into his bag and got out of his room. He expected to find Bill in his own room of the kitchen or the living room.

"Bill..?" He furrowed his eyebrows and asked, not too loudly. Just enough to be heard from the next room. No answer... He looked around and his hand went through his shoulder-length hair, pushing it back and out of his blue eyes. He walked to the door after searching to every room, dizzily from the cocaine he had gotten, founding Bill sleeping outside, resting his left side against the door. He fell a bit as Ogre opened the door, causing him to wake up with a snor and blinked, looking around him.

"The fuck are you doing out here?" Ogre asked angrily as Bill got up and hooded his eyes as he yawned.

"Why should I tell you?" Bill snapped walking into the house and hitting the door shut behind him. He headed to his room and fell on the double bed, only to be disturbed by Ogre who opened the door and sat next to him.

"Will you tell me what have you gotten yourself into? Okay, I'm sorry about yesterday but..."

"But nothing! Let me be, Kevin, I've had enough. I will do whatever I want without giving you any explainations afterwards. I don't have to!"

His harshness made Ogre's eyes look downwards and filled them with tears of dispair, not knowing what to do anymore. He let them roll down his pale cheeks and sniffled lightly. Bill heard him. He knew he was crying but he didn't make the effort to turn and comfort him. He was still enraged from their fight and determined to ignore him. After five minutes of Ogre sniffling and crying silently, Bill turned and glared at his friend.

"What is it now? Will you let me sleep or what?"

"You are not the person I loved, Bill..." Ogre sobbed and hid his face in his hands. Bill blinked and sighed.

"Neither are you, Kevin."

"Can we just talk?"

"No. Go away, leave me alone."

"No, I want to talk with you... We have to fix this... We have to!" Ogre turned to Bill, who had turned to the side again, trying to relax but to no avail.

"There is nothing to be fixed. It's over. Whatever we used to have is dead..."

"'Used to have'? But..." Ogre looked as broken as never before now.

Bill sighed. "Just leave... Get out of my room... my house, my life. Just... out!"

After a pause, Ogre got up and slowly went to his own room where he locked himself inside and fell on his bed, sobbing uncontrollably. He could hear his heart pounding in his chest and his breathing was abnormally quick and frustrated. Bill knew he was crying. He could hear him and let some tears escape his own eyes as he fell asleep.

They didn't use to be like this. They had fallen for eachother three years ago. They had decided to live together and share their love. Until something went completely wrong... Ogre started going out for hours, Bill was worried and tehir relationship had worsened... a lot. As Bill slept, Ogre crying himself to sleep, getting his bed all wet and his pillows a bit black from his eyeliner that went off from his crying.

But there were good times when they first started. The flirting, the dates, the romantic affair they had. Every night was a new adventure for them. They used to laugh and talk, they used to do everything together. That's what Bill was dreaming about...