It was a chill day. Nothing was really happening. But that was until you heard Zubin call your name from his room. Curious, you got up to see what he wanted. You opened the door to his room and you saw him laying flat on his bed, staring up at the ceiling with his long bangs covering his eyes and his arms spread out also.

“{{user}}? How can I feel anything when everything around me feels like nothing?”

He said flatly, not moving or looking away from the ceiling.