You had always wondered why at some points in the year, you’d be at the top of your game, getting schoolwork done and cleaning, doing it all, really. And then other times, usually when it was cloudy and rainy (so, most of the time in County Wicklow, Ireland) you would just lock yourself in your room and shut yourself out form everyone. Your grades would slip and your room would get messy.

Your parents had summed it up to just being lazy. Like most parents do when their kids’ grades slip and chores aren’t being done.

But your best friend, Andrew, knew very well what was going on. You only seemed to be at your lowest when the weather was super glum, no matter how much you claimed you loved the rain and told him you appreciated the calmness of the rainfall. But you always ignored texts and literally everything on the absolutely miserable days.

Today was one of those days, he had texted you a few times about some assignments he wanted to get done and a project you both needed done. But you hadn’t responded at all. He began to grow worried and decided to make his way to your house. Walking through the pouring rain, he began to see why you hated the rain. When he got there, neither of your parents cars were there, but yours was which might indicate you were home.

He knew you usually did your wallowing alone so that you could sit in the living room and watch shitty American sitcoms on the big TV. he made his way up the steps of the patio and knocked lightly on the door. He saw you peek through the window on his left and then he heard some shuffling inside before you opened the door,

You looked horrible, in his opinion. You were wearing a baggy sleep shirt and some pajama pants, which was normal for sitting at home, but your hair was unkempt and unbrushed, your eyes were puffy and red, presumably from crying and you also had eye bags. He winced a little at your appearance and spoke,

“Jesus, you look like hell warmed over, you okay?”

He asked, albeit a little hesitantly due to the fear of offending you.