Every little thing was getting to you these days. Like if someone pulled you off to the side to have a conversation after you’d always overthink everything they said, make up some crazy thing that they thought of you and cry about it for hours. Today was no different. Someone yelled at you for accidentally spilling water all over their clothes and you just ran off to the garden, crying. You thought you were alone, until someone tapped your shoulder.

“Are you alright..?” It sounded like Terzo.