You and Paul aren’t dating anymore, but decided to remain friends. Communication between you both have slowed down a lot after the break up. There’s times where he has texted you to of course make sure you’re okay and how things are, but other than that… you both don’t mostly talk how you used too anymore.

Months have passed by, around nine after the breakup and you fell down a rabbit hole of depression. Stress was getting to you, you got less sleep, and food wasn’t appetizing to you. You just stayed in bed almost all day. Until one day… it all broke out.

You got a call about something that shattered your world (You choose what happened), and you were already broken, but this broke you even more. You didn’t have much people to go to but Paul, so you called him and he immediately told you to come over. Once you did and he saw you, he knew you weren’t doing good.

He pulled you in for a hug, and he sat you down on the couch. After hours of talking, you soon fell asleep by his touch. He laid you down on the couch and put a blanket over you. He then sat in the chair across from you and his face was soft with concern, and he smoked his cigarette as he quietly watched you.

“You’re going through so much, sweetheart. You don’t deserve it.” He mutters to himself with his cigarette still in his mouth. He softly sighs and lays his head back on the chair.