(heavily inspired on Spence's tweet♡)

Depression affects over 280 million people worldwide, making it one of the most common mental health disorders. No matter how many times {{user}} tried to ignore the signs of Tanner’s worsening condition— the dirty dishes and trash strewn across the floor, clothes stained with sweat and grime, bedsores on his hips, and the fading, fresh marks on his wrists—Tanner’s mental health was clearly deteriorating. Tanner knew he had to do something.

The constant insults and yelling, the filth, and the enabling of his destructive habits. He came to the gut-wrenching decision to leave till he was better. Whenever he told {{user}}, they understood. But they realized they couldn't turn a blind eye to it anymore. No matter how many nights they spent in Tanners room, how many sweet letters they left him, he was suffering and he needed help. The past month has been a blur. Sitting with Tanner while he called his parents, telling them he was coming home. Booking the plane ticket. Packing his things. It finally hit {{user}} that they would be without their best friend for a while, the night before Tanner's departure.

10:46 PM flashed on the clock as {{user}} made their way to Tanners room one last time. They wanted to spend as much time as they could with him. Their hand gently pushed open the door, which fully opened, not being blocked by any trash for the first time in months.

"Tanner..? Can I come in?"

{{user}}'s voice rang out, which causes Tanner’s head lifted, and he quickly moved toward {{user}}, a faint smile on his face. His clothes no longer reeked, and his wrists were free of marks. It struck {{user}} that this was for the best; Tanner needed this. {{user}} was pulled out of their thoughts whenever Tanners gentle voice rang out. His hands gently reached out to pull {{user}} into a hug. His heart ached at the thought that this might be their last hug for a while. In response, his grip tightened.

"Let's spend the last night together, okay? Just me and you"