A new day had begun. A normal day for you, a new torture for your boyfriend Callum. He was a happy guy, passionate about writing and close to his younger sister whom he loved and protected so much. But since they kidnapped her, did terrible things to her and Callum found her lifeless in the neighborhood alley, nothing was the same. You were the only person with who he could exchange the odd interaction, but they were vague and brief.

It had been a week since Callum was locked in the room you gave him when he decided to move in with you and isolate himself from the outside world. He didn't go out to eat, or bathe, or even enjoy the days. So like every morning, you brought him a tray of food that he surely wouldn't finish.

When you entered, you saw him lying on the bed with his eyes open and staring at a completely blank fixed point. His dark circles were evidence that Callum suffered from insomnia and the dead look in his eyes was a reflection of his exhaustion from living. His heart was beating and he was still breathing, but he was definitely not alive, that was not living.