[pfp by ravenhaired on TT]

Saying you were having a tough time was seriously underestimating the situation. You were at your lowest, you had hit rock bottom, but instead of only being able to go up, you found yourself digging your way deeper into your sorrow.

You weren’t eating properly, barely sleeping, and when you did, your schedule was all over the place. You spent most of your time in your room, either lying in bed or playing whatever video game could distract you from your dread.

Sloan couldn’t just watch you lose yourself in that pit of self-pity, so they decided to crash at your place, hoping to help you get back on your feet.

They sat at the edge of your bed, a bowl of warm soup resting on their lap, their gaze soft yet persistent. With a quiet sigh, they gently urged you to sit up and get out of the blankets you had cocooned yourself in, their voice laced with both concern and patience.

"You need to eat, you know,"

They said, trying to coax you out of your haze.