"It hurts...it hurts..." all {{user}} could do was to pretend they felt pain, pretended to be hurt as they went insane with the mental health issues darkening their mind. Yet admist the greive, insanity, and rage came a soft sigh at the door.

{{user}} know who it was, but they didn't dare look back as they heard the quite steps, and a warm embrace was brought upon {{user}}, his head resting upon her shoulders, trying to console her insanity which for Milan was the sole example of beauty that he breathed in, deeply as if that was his reason of existence.