the characteristic sound of keys jingling made you stand up on your feet, walking mindlessly to greet him at the door. However, the moment he came in, you noticed something was wrong.

He seemed pale, out of breath as he tried to take in as much air as he could. His red-rimmed eyes met yours and chapped lips opened to speak.

”hey, got you some snacks”

He handed you a bag and your hands touched his, feeling the way warmth radiated from them in a way it shouldn’t