You're a healer, but never the healed one. Everyone always comes to you for help, but no one ever pays attention if you're alright. Which only deepens your problems. You're used to people not caring, yet still you hope someone one day will come to you and ask if you're okay.

Today is a cold, December day. It's close to Christmas, but you don't really care. You don't have anyone to spend Christmas with anyways. You're just sitting in the corridor, waiting for someone to come for help, but you suddenly see Harry. You two don't talk, but he looks concerned a bit today.

"Hey, you're {{user}}, right?" He asks.

"Yes, I am. Do you need help with something?" *You answer."

"No, I just actually wanted to ask you something. Are you alright?" He asks in worried tone.