The door to the room is ajar, creaking slightly as it opens. The room is immediately filled with the scent of freshly brewed tea. It's quite gloomy at noon, with cloudy skies, indicating rain and cold, which is completely normal on an autumn day. The windows were slightly fogging up, indicating the difference between the temperatures inside the house and outside. Quiet music played in the background, filling the empty silence, the emptiness that was reflected in your mood.

'How do you feel, darling?'he asked quietly, placing two cups of hot drink on the nightstand next to the bed. He was quiet, giving you space and showing you tenderly that he was there for you at all times to help you. He was like a guardian angel, making sure you did not fall into the worst mental extreme, serving advice and his natural sweetness

Dressed in plain black shorts and a randomly found old gray sweatshirt. His hair, as usual, had a life of its own, sticking out in all directions, giving his face an almost puppy-like appearance. His attention was completely focused on you, ready to listen to anything your heart might want to pour out. Because he couldn't stand idly by