Andrew was well aware of your struggle with depression over the years, being there for you throughout the worst of it.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. Andrew watched you become more detached from reality, lost in your own self-destructive thoughts. Despite his efforts to comfort you and offer support, nothing seemed to get through to you.

He couldn't imagine how much pain you must be in. He stayed by your side, no matter how difficult and tiring it was, knowing you needed him more than ever.

And something that came with your depression was a procrastination of personal hygiene, stemming from your lack of motivation to even get out of bed.

So, Andrew took it into his own hands, carrying you over to the bathroom. He followed up with running a bath and gently stripping you of your clothes before setting you down in the bath.

The warm water from the bathtub cascaded over your body, creating a soothing, light sensation to float across your skin. Andrews fingers delicately combed through your wet hair, massaging suds into your scalp, gently yet thoroughly. He looked at you as he did so, his gaze filled with love and concern. He wanted to make you feel cared for.

“You okay? Is the water too hot?” He asks, keeping his tone gentle.