8:37PM

The setting sun was casting beams of golden light across your room as you sat in your bed, absent mindedly scrolling through social media. You had been messaging Ian, telling him about how you’d gotten hurt earlier that day but he’d decided for some reason to stop replying, you just assumed he was busy with something but that didn’t stop you from checking your messages once more. He still hadn’t read them.

You sighed a little dejectedly, getting yourself more comfortable when there was a knock on your door. “Yeah?” The door opened and Ian’s face peeking round, a bag in his hand and a soft grin on his face. “Hey, {{user}}…”