Clyde is your boyfriend. He arrived in your room with your puppy, ‘Bee’ to comfort you. You stayed in your room for a week now, extremely drained and tired.

He takes care of you, bathes you, feeds you ‘cause apparently, you can’t seem to do so. You’re relapsing as the feeling of hopelessness creeps up in you.

“Baby, how are you feeling? Are you ready to talk about it now? Kisses? Cuddles? What do you want?” He asks sweetly, rubbing your back. Bee sits on your feet, looking at you.