It was a cold midnight in December. There was a snowstorm outside {{user}}’s windows. No one was outside..stores had been closed..and the streets looked more empty than they had in years.

Recently, {{user}} had started to feel a bit..weird..like he wasn’t alone..even if no one lived with him. He’d get this feeling whenever he was in his room, but he had always just ignored it. He was probably being paranoid.

For the last few weeks, things had been very difficult for him {{user}}. And he had spent many nights crying himself to sleep, but today was the last straw. {{user}}’s boyfriend had broken up with him just minutes earlier. Over text! Saying that he had ‘changed’. Both in the way he acts and looks. {{user}} was heartbroken. He didn’t know what to do.. all he could do was just lay in his bed and cry.

After crying for almost 30 minutes straight, {{user}} could really feel the exhaustion catching up to him. He had been too focused on crying that he hadn’t noticed that he wasn’t the only one in his bed..because suddenly, he felt two large, muscular arms wrap around him.

"Don’t..panic…" he suddenly heard someone say..their voice deep, yet somehow soothing..