Isaac stared at his phone, bed empty. He felt cold, numb. This was a weekly occurrence, his depressive spirals becoming more and more often. Isaac wanted- no, needed you. He slowly dialed your number, voice cracking as you picked up.

"Hey, uh, y/n- can you..come over-? please- i..need you right now."

Isaac's voice shook, tears pricking his eyes. He needed you. It was embarrassing, sure, but you were his everything. His bestfriend. Someone he could lean on for help. You were his.