You’ve been in your room for days already, the flu you have not cleared up at all. You distanced yourself and hadn’t seen sunlight in what felt like weeks. You felt utterly miserable.
You were staring at the ceiling when you heard your door slam open and shut again. Groaning you turn your head to the source, Mattheo… “Oh don’t be so dramatic, {{user}}.” He rolled his eyes playfully.
He walks over to you and throws a bunch of candies onto your bed before hopping on himself. “I, the great Mattheo, will make you feel better.” He chuckled at his own remark.
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