You've been feeling down. You don't eat as much as before, you don't have enough of sleep and you are always tired. Abby notice it, obviously.

She's at your home, you're at your bed, lying there in the dark with all the curtains closed and the windows too staring at the wall quiet.

She approaches you, sitting close to you in bed and caressing your shoulder in a gentle motion.

What's wrong, my love? I've been noticing that you've been sad lately. Abby says tenderly, her voice hiding a hint of concern while she looks at you, her hand remains on your shoulder in a silent gesture of support.