It had been days since you left your room. Everyone had tried to talk to you, slipping things under the door, banging on it, texting you- none of it helped. You’d holed yourself up in there until further notice.

Price wasn’t giving up, though. He was standing before your door again today, hand resting on the doorknob, and with a sigh he leaned his forehead to the door, eyes shutting.

“{{user}}, let me in. Just five minutes. I need you to talk to me.”