As tears were rolling down his cheeks, Ringo felt there was nothing else he could have done diferently. He knew he had done everything he could, but still he felt a void in his heart. Why, in spite of all the things he had done, nothing had ended as he wanted? He felt opressed by his own feelings. KnOCk! knOcK!

- Who's that?

Nobody answered. He remained lying on his bed thinking to himself "it must have been mom". Nevertheless, it was strange. Usually, his mother knocked at the door and then screamed his name with her rusty voice that Ringo found so annoying.

He took a dirty napkin he'd used to clean his mouth after eating a slice of pepperoni pizza and used it to wipe off his tears. He stood up and went to the mirror who observed attentively everything that happened in that bedroom and reproduced it with astonishing precision. He took two steps towards the door and stood quietly as if waiting his mom to call him. Silence.

- Mom? Whatcha need? - He screamed with a dubitative voice.
- Yes, son? - Answered his mom
-Oh, nothing. I'll be in my bedroom if you need anything. - He said relieved.

He turned his head towards a small bookpacked desk where he used to prepare his projects. He noticed a little fly walking towards the pizza leftovers. First attempt to kill it: failed. Second attempt: failed. He gave up as the fly flew away. His thoughts flooded his head again and brought him into a state of numbness. He stretched his arms reaching out his bed and fell on the floor. It was cold. Winter was around the corner. Tears wouldn't come. Still, he felt overwhelmed.

If it wasn't mom...then who knock'd at the door? - The question struck his mind. He left his bedroom and asked her if she had knocked at his door:
-Yes, it was me, son. I thought you were sleeping. That's why I didn't say a word, but I'm glad you're finally up. Do you want to eat something?
- No, mom. Thanks. - He mumbled as he walked back to his bedroom.

I don't want to think about the same thing over and over again - He thought. He locked the door and the fly was still there dancing in the air. It was already driving him mad. He looked at his watch. It was 3pm. What could he do? He had no friends and his boyfriend had just dumped him awakening his insecurities.

What had gone wrong? He always thought they were ok. It was the first time he was in a love relationship with another guy, everything seemed so perfect...but it wasn't.

All this crying and thinking killed his energies. He felt exhausted and sat on the floor, leaned on his bed putting his head on the matress. Felt asleep. Slept...slept...and never woke up.