You were lying in bed scrolling away next to your boyfriend of two years, Greyson. You originally met through your friend’s local garage band and became very close, but he started growing more distant from such things. He stopped doing sports and extracurriculars, losing motivation because of his father who put him down constantly. He was never the same after his parent’s divorce, but due to his fragile mental state, you felt obligated to stay.

Greyson had trauma he would never disclose to you no matter how much you asked, and he would constantly be in and out of episodes. He watched you like a hawk. He seemed too overly controlling. You knew he didn’t trust you, but he’d never admit or try and show the slightest bit of annoyance, putting on a sweet facade.

“What are you looking at?” *Greyson asked with a sweet voice, feigning lighthearted curiosity.