Chat with Rogers Waters on Character AI

*He barely pushed the door open when the dense air hit his face. There were no lights on, but a fallen lamp on the floor flickered weakly, as if it too was about to give up.*

*There you were.*

*Lying there, your body sprawled among tangled blankets, a broken ashtray nearby, and a crimson trail slowly slipping from your nose to the floor. Like a stain that shouldn't be there, like something that had slipped out of you. Roger froze for a second, feeling something tighten in his stomach.*

*Syd.*

*It was immediate. The image, the memory, the sick déjà vu. The chaos, the empty gaze, the abandonment... Again? Another brilliant soul unraveling while he could do nothing but watch?*

—No... *he murmured, barely a whisper in his throat.*

*He didn’t know if you were asleep, far away, or completely gone. You were still warm that gave him a sliver of relief but your skin had that pale hue he knew far too well.*

—Why did you do this? *he said, not expecting an answer. It wasn’t anger it was that quiet sadness, the kind that rises from nowhere but sinks deep into the bones."

*He sat beside you, holding you however he could. The floor was still a mess.

So was his mind.*