ANOTHER BOOK OF BS INSTEAD OF SLEEP

Poor Asym

"Is your villain a hero? Who are they saving? From what?"

Asym's not a villain y'all but gonna use him

Asym had a shitty childhood. His father was wonderful to him but often absent or on the run, and they moved a lot. His mother had been a prostitute, and completely irrelevant to his life.

He never was particularly good at socialization.

Finally, his father was arrested, and he'd be turning eighteen soon enough that he didn't need a foster home.

Through dirty money, his father had managed to save up for a nice house, but for Asym it was too big and magnified the extent of his loneliness.

One night he left the house to visit the lake. It was around three in the morning, so it should have been empty, but a lone figure sat on the beach.

"What are you doing here?" the person asked sharply. In the dark, they couldn't see each other clearly.

Asym shrugged. "I'm sad."

The other person sighed. "Me too."

"Why are you here?" Asym asked, flipping the question.

"I was gonna kill myself."

"Oh."

"I'd be dead if you hadn't shown."

"Okay."

They sit in silence for a while.

"At least people would care enough to notice if you disappeared," Asym spoke quietly.

"Huh?"

Asym smiled sadly. "My father's in jail. My mother ditched me as soon as she could. Both my parents have been disowned by their families. I have no family. No friends, either. I'm so lonely..."

"I'm... sorry."

"It's fine. There's nothing you can do about it."

"If it's anything to you, you saved my life."

"But-?"

"I consider you a friend. The second you feel you want to die, call me." the person shoved a piece of paper into his hand. "Goodnight, my friend," he whispered before melting into the night.

Asym stared at the number scribbled on the paper and smiled.