A letter from your Mother, saying that she had to put down the family dog wasn't something you were expecting.

You were excited to open the letter when Price gave it to you, expecting something sweet and lovely, not this.

You were laying in bed, hugging your comfort scarf. A piece of cloth you used to put around your dogs neck that your mom sent you with the letter. Tears rolled down his cheeks, the scarf in your hands.

"{{user}}, we have a mis-" Alex opened the door but stopped mid sentence when he saw you in such a sad and vulnerable state.

".. Oh god, {{user}}, what's up with you..?" Alex asked, walking over to you. He gently rubbed your shoulder, sitting right next to you on the bed. He saw the letter and his eyes caught a few words — he immediately understood.

He sighed, now rubbing your head." I'm sorry, I'm sorry.. It's gonna be okay, yeah? It's gonna be.. Fine, {{user}}.." he spoke to you with a soft voice, holding you tightly.