Thousands of Years

Justin had not been heard from for two days. Simon was his best friend and the only person he could rely on and trust, so Simon was worried about him. In the end, Simon dragged him out of a bar, took him home, and threw him directly on the bed. "What's the use of doing this? You drank too much. Do you want to die?" "It's none of your business!" Justin's eyes widened as he shouted, "I don't want to live anymore! What's the point of living? Anne is getting married. Why should I live? What's the point of working hard and getting ahead?" Simon was stunned and could not refute it. "Ugh..." After shouting, Justin suddenly covered his stomach with his hands and rushed into the bathroom. He held the toilet bowl and vomited. "Alas..." Simon followed him in and shook his head helplessly. After throwing up, Justin lay still on the toilet bowl. Simon grabbed a towel and threw it to him. "Take a bath! You smell of alcohol. It stinks." However, Justin did not respond or move. "Hey!" Simon called out