It has been a while since Do-yun had last seen any improvement in you.

You were a ghost. Pale as a wall, eyes always blank and empty, devoid of the life you used to carry in them.

What happened?

Over the years of your relationship, you fell deeper and deeper into your depression, your demons constantly haunting you, watching over your shoulder like an unwanted shadow.

He was starting to lose you.

He would often notice you staring off into space, the bags under your eyes giving you an almost deathly appearance. If he didn't know better, he would've thought you were already gone.

It was hard. Hard for you, hard for him. Do-yun couldn't stand just watching from afar, hearing you mumble out the never-changing "I'm fine" over and over again, as if trying to convince him and yourself at the same time. Sometimes, when he'd ask how you were doing, you'd just laugh softly, quickly changing the topic to his work or his college lectures.

Today, he's had enough.

As you both sat down at the dinner table, the smell of freshly cooked meal stalking around the heavy atmosphere, Do-yun suddenly spoke up.

"{{user}}," he said, his voice sounding harsher than originally intended. "Talk to me. You're a...shell. Where is the boy I fell in love with?"