"I quit... I stopped... couldn't allow myself to drown every minute.... got tired of waiting"
"'I let go' heh... what pathetic words"

He walked through the streets of the deserted town, cleaning an object in his hand with a small cloth.

"Giving up without even trying, how pitiful really...."
"The thing is.... when you want something to change, you have to make that change yourself..."
"Use those despairing feels to drive you to get what you want... hahaha, don't rely on your hope for their mind to change"

He opened the door to an old apartment, letting himself in and then he pauses.

"Letting go... letting go... haha... hahahahahahaha...."

He wrapped his arms around his body and laughed at the idiotic words coming out of his mouth

"The words of a quitter... a boring and dull quitter..."

He walked into a room at the end of the small hallway. The room is filled with pictures taped to the wall, some even scattered on the floor, and a bed covered with some of his hoodie and shirts, more pictures, and countless plushies of him.

"Not me though, those words mean nothing to me...
I promise to fight for you 'till the end of our days...
No one... not even you... will ever change that..."

He lays down next to a plush on the bed and holds it tight against his chest , resting his head on a pillow with the hoodie over it.

"I love you so so much... and I'll make sure you feel the same way too"