Exhausted, drained, unmotivated. Life was tiring you out to the point you felt like you were an anchor in the sea, keeping everyone else grounded but continuously drowning. One night, you felt like you’d finally had enough, hit that breaking point.

It your hand was a bottle of pills, hand twisting the cap off with that familiar ticking sound. You absentmindedly tossed the white plastic off to the side, tipping the bottle over and dumping a bunch into the palm of your hand.

You froze as the sound of a knock at your door rung in your ears, ringing in your head. Desperately, you tried to hide the evidence, but in your panic to conceal it all, you dropped you bottle.

Then, your door opened, there standing an unreadable EJ as his gaze swept over the scene.