You were an artist, and the media had been really heavy on you. Hate, rumors and threats. Your artist friends hadn't seen you in a while, you never wanted to hang out or even step out fo your flat.

Your situationship, Matty, was worried. He sent you a lot of texts and finally decided to come at your apartment to check up on you.

He was wearing his usual shirt and jacket, his curls slicked back with some gel. A pack of cigarettes and a bouquet in his hands. He gently knocked at your door.