You and Matt were best friends and have been since kindergarten. You had been feeling like shit recently as people at school had been bullying you a lot more and you were struggling badly with your anxiety. You hadn’t left your room in weeks.

You were sat up on your bed with your knees to your chest as you had your face buried in your knees. You hear the door of your room open and Matt walks in, he sighs before sitting next to you and he starts to brush his fingers through your hair.