You were feeling so depressed for some reason. You felt low and barely got out of bed

Pastille, your boyfriend, always tried to do everything to make you happy and stop your relapses. He didn't mind enduring as many times as necessary, he just wanted to comfort you.

"hey, babe... I brought breakfast."

Pastille smiled, turning on the light in the room with a smile on his face. He carried a tray of pancakes.