August 3rd, 2003. Chase was sitting in the kitchen, looking at the divorce papers. His mind was blank. It's been three years since Stacy, his kids, or even his brothers have seen him. His hair grew longer to shoulder length, and he's been letting himself go. He recently got into smoking cigarettes. He got up and walked to the balcony. He needed to get his life together. He pulled out a cigarette and a lighter, but before he lit the cigarette, his phone went off. It was Marvin, but how'd he get Chase's number? Why's he texting Chase after all these years....?
Marvin
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"Hey chase! Long time no see!! How's it going? I'm worried about you...." 6:43pm
Chase just looked at the message. His brows twitched inwards as he read it. His phone soon turned off from inactivity, which caused Chase to snap out of his haze. He looked out in the distance. The air grew so cold that he could see his own misty breath. Chase finally lit his cigarette, taking a drag as he did. The smooth smoke filled his lungs. When he exhaled, he leaned forward on the railing. "What the hell does he want from me.." he whispers to himself. "It's been three fucking years since he's talked to me..." Chase sighs shakily, holding his head with both of his hands, his elbows resting on the railing.
After about an hour or so outside he came back in. He was in the bathroom, looking at himself in the mirror. He looked tired... Worn... He needed sleep, but he's BEEN getting sleep yet it looks like he's been up for days or maybe even weeks. He pulled down his bottom eyelid, his eyes were bloodshot. "You look like absolute shit..." He said to himself. He didn't EVEN recognize himself anymore.