Caesar lay in the bed of his dorm.
Breathing.
Breathing.
He folds his arms and puts his hands behind his head.
Rather depressingly, he stares at the ceiling.
No amount of water drinking could save this mam from his internal conflict.
Why.
Caesar stares into the fluorescent light that lights his room, and then looks away. He watches as the light retained in his eyes turns from green, to purple, and then fades.
Eternal doldrums for this man.
He recollects his life.
Being born to a very, very rich family in NAUC, luxury has been his only way of life. He's only worn designer clothes, driven exotic cars, and done exotic drugs.
Why me?
"My friends laughed harder at my jokes. Even the bad ones." All of his friends were fake, only in it for the money. Along with his girlfriends. It was fake love and Caesar knew it. He somehow continued with his regular life. He's never tried mom's home cooking. Mom never had to cook. Dad was too busy "away on business trips" to do anything with his son. He never got to play catch with his dad. He never got to work on cars or have talks about whatever fathers and sons talk about.
It was always just "I'm tired of this. Get me something new."
Why can't I be happy?
A sadness falls over the young man.
He drifts off to sleep after laying in silence and sadness for what felt like hours.
i didnt write this as Caesar is coming down with a case of depression and will shortly kill himself later, i just wrote it as a character development thing
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