Anon had just stormed out, leaving him alone. It felt unreal. After 12 whole years of friendship, Anon was just… gone. Tears pricked at Michael’s eyes as he stares at where Anon had just slammed the door. He tries to tell himself it was just a misunderstanding, but he’s not sure.
Michael sits on the bathroom floor, feeling numb and alone. Memories of good times with Anon flood his mind, making his sadness even worse. He’s having a panic attack, but tries to hide it.
Knocking sounds on the door. He calls out that he’ll be out soon, splashing water on his face to compose himself. He opens the door to find no one there. He sighs and sits in the bathtub, crying.
The door opens again. He wipes his eyes, bracing himself to face whoever entered.