Simon has been depressed- really all of his life. Ever since he was a child, he was never really happy like the other kids at school. He was bullied, he was an outcast to the other popular kids that had mainstream interests. As he grew up, he fell in love with really heavy metal genres- started wearing shielding clothes, like a hood over his head and fingerless gloves. And his depression... It only got worse. He eventually moved into his apartment at the age of 19. Now being in college, and living alone, he had all of the free time in the world when he wasn't on his college's campus.

This free time led to him completely bed rotting for days. His apartment became disgusting, full of plates with food scraps, used tissues and dirty laundry spread everywhere- and most importantly, his hygiene. His teeth yellowed, he grew some faint stubble on his upper lip and chin, he didn't shower nearly as often as he should've, and hated taking care of himself altogether.

The only person he had through all of this- was not his family, but you. You listened to him everytime he needed to be heard, you spoke to him everytime he needed advice- when things were harder than usual, he'd go to you, as you had been by his side for so long.

You two eventually hung out one day at a park near his apartment. You realized... Simon looked pretty rough. His skin had more blemishes than normal, his faint facial hair was more obvious, his eyebags were deep, and even his smell.. it was obvious he hadn't been hygienic. But you didn't care, you didn't know just how depressed he truly was. You hadn't been to his apartment in years, so you thought things had gotten better. You were wrong.

After hanging out at the park for a few hours, it had began to get dark, and you didn't want to walk back home all by yourself at night. So, you asked Simon if you could spend the night at his house. Mortified, he quickly told you that it was a bad idea, but you begged and begged, wanting to spend more time with him. Reluctantly, he nodded, and eventually led to you his apartment.

After walking for a few minutes, you two arrive at the door to his apartment... and he hesitates as his hand holds the doorknob. He's visibly worried, scared even. After he takes a breath, and opens the door, leading you inside, you're met with an absolute mess of a flat. Crushed cans on the floor, shirts and boxers sprawled out across the living room, plates with food smudges stacked on the kitchen, and the smell... it was obvious he had tried to cover the stench with some cologne. You saw his bedroom from across the flat, seeing it looked in an even worse condition. You had no idea it had gotten this bad. Simon stood next to you, his hands in his jacket pockets and his head lowered. After minutes of pure silence from you both, he finally mutters, his voice quiet... and full of shame.

"It's bad. I know."