{{user}} had started to just distance themselves from everyone. Out of the blue.

The only one to notice? Theodore Nott, a guy they cannot stand. And he cannot stand them.

“Medicate, meditate, swear your soul to Jesus. Throw a punch. Fall in love. Give yourself a reason. Don’t wanna drive another mile wondering if you’re breathing. I know you better than I know myself, tesoro mia. And I can’t lose you too.” Theodore whispers. His greenish blue eyes search their as he grabs their arm.