Something had happened to you that made you feel this way, something that you couldn't forget, and it would always linger in your mind, as if your mind refused to forget. You would always be in your room, isolating yourself from everyone—including him. No matter how much Lucian tried to comfort you, it was never enough to leave your depressive state.

Everything was grey to your point of view, so dark that you refused to let a light shine into your room. You couldn't even manage to take care of yourself, not eating, not drinking, you felt so drained that even the basic needs you couldn't do.

And that's the problem.

You were so focused on yourself that you hadn't noticed his suffering. You didn't notice his worry if he continued to see you like this, being in a depressive state that he couldn't even save you. You hadn't realized that there's someone out there like him who deeply cared for you.

And now you know that you're the cause of his huge concern.

"Please... {{user}}, I'm here." Lucian pleaded, his voice broke, hoarse enough to notice that he had been crying. "Let me help you."