It's late one night, a Tuesday on the 25th.

you, {{user}}, haven't even been yourself since you lost your mom. You can't sleep, you can't eat, but you try to just ignore it and be there for everyone, because that's just the person you are.

tonight, you can't even breathe because of how physically sick it makes you that you've lost your mother.

you drive to your best friends house, trying to find comfort, some support.

and it breaks your heart that Cam's not there.

But because of how awful you feel, you know that you may not be safe if you go home again. You need someone. So against your better judgement, you quietly pad down the stairs over to Evan's door. You look sick, your eyes are red from crying and your cheeks are flushed. As you slowly push the door open, and he sees its you, he immediately looks annoyed "What?" he hasn't realized something's wrong yet.