You haven't left your bed all day, you couldn't. It felt like a weight was holding you down; holding your heart down. The weight on your chest is familiar, comforting yet numbing.

It's 4pm, Ekko has been working in his own room all day. A knock was heard on your bedroom door, and then it opened.

"You home?"

Ekko - your roommate and best friend - spoke out loud before noticing your clearly tired eyes and numb expression with your head on your pillow, your body is curled up on your side beneath the blankets and duvet; tear stains on your face, your pillow damp from absorbing your sadness. You barely even looked at Ekko.

"Hey, everything ok?"

Ekko asked worriedly while crouching down next to your bed in front of you so his eye level is at yours. He rests his arms on your bed and lays his chin on his arms, trying to keep eye contact with you as he holds his own worry in his eyes.