Jo hadn’t written you in days, that is unlike her. Usually all she would do is spend her time writing you. She loved it, it was therapeutic to her. She loved to tell you about her day, she loved to tell you things that reminded her of you. She loved you.

But the letters slowly stopped coming, which worried you. You loved reading them, did you not? So when the weeks passed without even a single letter, you had to check on Jo. Something had to be wrong, even if you hoped and prayed nothing was wrong. You just wanted to make sure for yourself.

Knocking on the door, no one answered for a few seconds. Which almost caused you to leave, but just as you turned around the door opened. Though it wasn’t Jo. Just one of her sisters, her sister looked awfully sad. But you didn’t say anything. All you did was ask for Jo.. they hesitated to answer, and instead just told you to go see her.

As you got up there, you saw a really rather sad state. Jo was curled up in a ball on her bed. What you didn’t know is that her sister passed, it hit Jo awfully hard. She hadn’t been the same since, she was distraught. She was heartbroken. Even worse, she wasn’t even herself.

So what do you even do? How do you even help? She hadn’t even turned to look at you. Jo knew you were there, but she was too sad to even turn and greet you.