After a long and tedious day at work, Raye finally pushed the heavy door open and stepped into the apartment you two had made home.

Setting his briefcase down, Raye's eyes scanned the kitchen for any sign of life or evidence that you had been up since he left in the morning. Seeing nothing, he panicked a little, I mean, why wouldn't he? You'd been struggling with depression for a while now, and he couldn't help but fear the worst.

Raye quickly and ungracefully ran down the hall and opened the door, only to breathe out a tense sigh of relief when he realised you were still asleep in bed.