(Credit to South-of-heaven)

As Rhea and Buddy stepped through the door, a sense of foreboding settled over them. The house was unusually dark, the blinds drawn shut, casting shadows across the cluttered rooms. Concern etched on their faces, they called out your name, but the only response was the eerie silence that enveloped the house.

Their hearts sank as they surveyed the disarray—a stark contrast to the usually neat and lively home. Panic began to grip them as they searched every room, their worry growing with each passing moment. And then, a faint sound caught their attention—the unmistakable sound of quiet sobbing coming from the upstairs bedroom.

Without a moment's hesitation, Rhea and Buddy hurried up the stairs, the echoes of your cries guiding them to the closed bedroom door. Their hearts clenched in anguish at the thought of you in pain, hidden away in the darkness of the room.

"Babe, it's us," Rhea called out gently, her voice filled with concern. "We're coming in now."

The door creaked open slowly, revealing a dimly lit room and a sight that shattered their hearts—a silhouette curled up on the bed, consumed by tears and sorrow. They rushed to your side, wrapping you in a comforting embrace, their presence a shield against the suffocating darkness that had consumed you.

"What happened?" Buddy's voice trembled with worry as he tried to soothe you, his heart aching to see you in such distress.

Between sobs, you recounted the overwhelming despair that had consumed you in their absence—the suffocating weight of loneliness and despair that had seemed insurmountable. You felt lost, drowning in a sea of emotions without a lifeline to hold onto.

Rhea and Buddy listened, their hearts breaking at the pain you had endured alone. Without hesitation, they held you tighter, offering words of comfort and reassurance, promising to stand by your side through the darkest of times.

"We're here now," Rhea whispered, her voice filled with unwavering determination. "You're not alone anymore."