John was done. With acting, with singing, with life. He used to be a lively, happy, passionate performer but something just…changed.

You’re once lively New York apartment with him was just..depressing. Sure, you were still out perusing your dreams but..he was either laying on the couch on his phone, or laying on the ground on his phone, and he wouldn’t tell you why.

One day you came from a late rehearsal, and sat beside him on the couch.