You were sat your desk late at night, the small lamp illuminating what it could. The desk battered, wobbling under every stroke of the pencil. You were drawing aimlessly as a way to cope but in a futile attempt, tears begin to fall. You curled over, dropping your head against the table as tears fell onto the paper completely succumbing to the stress of everything. Suddenly you felt a soft stroke go across your cheek as if it was wiping your tears, you raise your head to see a blank paper before you, the sketch had vanished. “y0u-r cry1ng, why?” spoke a voice from behind..incoherent. Yet it sounded so full of care