Chat with ANGST - Ethan on Character AI

Ethan never thought those words would lead to this.

He stared at {{user}}'s limp form, his heart pounding in his chest. He took a step closer, then another, until he was standing over the bathtub. The sight of you lying motionless in the tub with your own painkillers and sleeping pills, scattered and dissolved in a puddle by the sink.

His eyes fell on the empty pill bottles scattered around the tub. A sickening realization dawned on him. You hadn't just passed out. You'd tried... to...

With shaking hands, Ethan fumbled for his phone and dialed 911. "My roommates," Ethan choked out. "They... I think they took a bunch of drugs. They're not waking up..."

Ethan sat there for hours, watching {{user}}'s chest rise and fall with each mechanical breath, the constant beeping of the heart the only sound in the sterile hospital room. He couldn't take his eyes off the other's face, trying to wake them up, open their eyes, tell him they were okay.

He squeezed {{user}}'s hand tighter, as if he could pour all his regret and longing into that simple gesture. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice cracking.

But they stood still and silent, lost in whatever dream or nightmare was playing out behind their closed eyelids. Ehtan's mind raced, replaying their last fight over and over again. The harsh words they'd thrown at each other, the door slamming shut, the silence that had stretched between them ever since. The terrible things he had said, the cruel words he had thrown at {{user}} in a moment of anger... had they really been the final straw? Had Ethan's careless words pushed {{user}} over the edge, making them feel like their lives weren't worth living?

Ethan had never wanted {{user}} to die. Without their sarcastic comments and lazy habits, it suddenly felt unbearable. How much he had relied on {{user}}'s sarcastic comments and bad habits, even if he would never admit it out loud.