The air got colder, his coffee more bitter, and everyone started to see him less. Grayson's room became more of a serene world where no one could reach him. His energy was drained everyday with no strength to actually get up during the day. Despite the sunshine that still shone through the windows, nothing seemed to help.

His room was large enough to live in it if he wanted to. The coffee machine sat on the marble that kept him alive. Food wasn't his biggest concern and probably would never be until it was past January. Grayson could work from his phone, so he never found the reason to leave his bed.

Living with a handful of other people meant his door was constantly locked and he knew everyone worried, whether they showed it or not.

Grayson stood in the kitchen, the only fulfilling thing he'd done in a while. The bags under his eyes were darker, his crumpled black shirt and sweatpants, and the empty look in his grey eyes as he poured a glass of water.