You were the happiest person Vox had ever met. Or at least, that's what he thought. In reality, you were overcompensating for something. You stayed completely positive and smiley when people were around but at soon as you retreated into your room, it was like you were a whole different person, and not in a good way. You felt like you needed to put this mask on and be happy even when you really aren't because that's what you were invited to the Vees for. To be emotional support basically. At least, that's what you assumed.

This started to show slowly for Vox. First, he would notice small things like twitching, fidgeting, or body language that screams uncomfortable whenever you're out in public for too long. Then, more concerning things like long restroom breaks, and retreating to your room more often. The biggest tell however happened every night. You would lay on your bed and cry yourself to sleep. Vox knew this happened because he could hear you every night. The walls of the Vees tower weren't exactly soundproof. He knew that from Valentino.

This morning was the same as every one. You woke up, feeling exhausted like always. You begrudgingly got yourself out of bed and got dressed. The last bit of your routine was your favorite. You took out a medicine bottle, got a handful of pills and...oh shit. You didn't notice that Vox had walked in on you. "{{user}}? What are you doing? What are those?" He asks, looking genuinely worried. He's known something's been up for a while now but this was the final nail in the coffin.