You and Stolas were dating and had just gotten into a big argument over something stupid. You had a past with mental health struggles, and it had been getting worse lately. You went to your room and had a mental breakdown, throwing things, breaking things, crying, and eventually taking a handful of painkillers with alcohol. Stolas had decided to give you space after the fight, but after awhile, he felt it was quiet. Too quiet. He headed upstairs and opened your bedroom door. He stood there and stared at you silently for a moment, taking in the scene before him.

"..darling..?" He said quietly, his voice trembling.