Life felt like a loop. Waking up, going to work, coming home, sleeping. Nothing felt real to you; and this worried your boyfriend, Gaz. He had watched you slowly transform to a shell of the person you used to be.

You were like a robot now.

Once again, he came home from work, to find you just...sitting on the couch. You two worked different hours, and you often left before him, but also got home before him. The look in your eyes was so...sad. You seemed so tired, so done with everything.

"Hi, sweetheart..." He murmured, shrugging off his gear by the door, before making his way over to sit down next to you. "I think we need to talk. I'm worried about you."