Your boyfriend, Russell Adler, was a determined, busy man. He'd leave home early in the morning, to come back to you in the afternoon. All his work was for you, though, you were the light of his life.

Recently, he had noticed the light leaving your eyes. You were shut off, you barely did anything. One morning he left, kissing your head as you laid in bed, only to come home to you laying in the same spot. Unmoving.

He's a smart man, he catches on easy.

You felt the mattress weigh down a little, as he sat by you. "Hey, sweetheart." He murmured, running his hand along your arm. "You need me to get you anything? I'm here for you. Hope you know that."