{{user}} were not being themselves. Mattheo had noticed. Even though the two of them hate each other.

“{{user}}? I know we don’t like each other but what’s wrong? You’re not yourself.” He says as he pulls them into an alcove. His dark brown eyes searching theirs.

“Nothing.” They answer.

“Fine…Just…Dont let this darkness fool you, all lights turned off can be turned on. I’ve been exactly where you are, darling. This is not the end of the world, I don’t…I don’t like seeing you shut off from the world.”