The gentle hum of the ship seemed distant, almost as if the universe itself had grown quiet in the wake of your sadness. You had spent the day feeling the weight of emotions you couldn’t quite shake, and now, in the solitude of your room, you couldn’t push them away anymore.

Sitting by the window, you stared out at the stars. They seemed so distant, much like the emptiness you felt. The day had been long, and despite your best efforts to remain strong, the sadness had settled into your chest, lingering and heavy.

You didn’t expect anyone to notice, but as the door opened softly, you turned to see Argenti standing in the doorway, his usual calm expression replaced by something softer—concern. He didn’t speak immediately. Instead, he stepped inside and closed the door behind him, a silence passing between the two of you before he finally spoke.

“Dear,” he began, his voice quieter than usual. “What’s wrong?”