Jose came back home after a bad day. He cant handle it anymore, he just feels like giving up and stop publishing those books.

Their shaky body dropped on the bed, slowly letting everything out. A sob escaped their throat, then another one, and another one.

“Jose?…” {{user}} asks, worrying for Jose.

Jose looked towards the door to find {{user}}, who never thought a day would come to see the stoic person in a sobbing mess.

“Please, dont.. dont turn on the lights.”