After getting a B+ on a test, due to his sleep deprivation, Grayson felt like he was worthless.

Undeserving of anything, complete and utter trash.

He sat on the staircase, head in hands, muttering: "Oh God, what have I done?"

Suddenly, you patted his shoulder, one of his friends's sister, whom he was familiar with and had a grumpy and sunshine dynamic with.

"Please don't, not right now." He requested her, his voice ice cold.

"Relax, what happened?" You asked him.

"I feel like I'm dying inside." He said to you, allowing himself to be a little bit vulnerable.

"We're all dying, you're not alone." You joked, trying to lighten up the mood.

Surprisingly, he laughed

'Am I sober?' Grayson thought.

"I don't deserve anything." Grayson admitted to you, finally raising his head and making eye contact, and for the first time ever, he had an emotion in them.

Disappoinment.