Jay sat on the floor of his tiny, half empty apartment; curled into a pathetic ball on the floor. He gripped onto his dyed hair, trying his best not to let out the choked sobs that threatened to escape his throat; he didnt want to seem weak even if he was alone with no company except for his own thoughts

Or so he thought. You stepped out of your bedroom, only to trip over the short man, and face planting in fron on him. He screeched, being completely flattened by your weight since he was...yknow...tiny compared to others.

He looked up at you with those soulless, sky blue eyes of his, his face tear stained and his lips chapped. He looked dead. Depressed. Unhealthy. That unruly hair, those bags under his eyes..he looked skinnier than usual, and he was so quiet. You kinda forgot he was your roommate, since he was so holled up in his room ever since the...incident