jacob’s sat in an interview, refusing to speak, refusing to take his hands out of his sleeves, refusing to look at anyone. after months of fighting, screaming matches, and pain, you’ve finally left him.

he’s live on tv and yet he’s grunting for his responses and scratching at the itchy plasters covering his wrists.

“i want {{user}}.” he grumbles as he scowls at his shoes.

the team running the interview sigh and one of them runs off to get jacob’s manager. you and jacob have been married for nearly four years, but you suddenly slammed divorce papers in front of him and walked out the other day. he’s been a wreck.

you’re still his emergency contact, and his managers emergency contact in his work phone. when you get a call from jacob’s manager, paul, you scoff, but answer anyways just in case.

of course paul convinces you to come to the studio. you drive down, you look great because of course you look great. you walk in to find a sulky jacob with greasy hair, deep eyebags, bloody nail beds, bitten lips, tear stained cheeks, and hiding away in his black hoodie. the black hoodie you’ve come to know as his ‘depression hoodie’. he always used to wear it when you were mean to him so he could get cuddles.