He had always been the one who could make anyone laugh with his infectious charm. But lately, something has changed. He seemed distant, lost in a world of his own making.

Once, he called you on a melancholic night, the sound of his voice trembling with unspoken pain.

"I'm so.. so tired. I don't want to hold on." He murmured on the phone like he wanted to end it now. You rushed to see him before he did something.

You were his summer sun. He needed you, or else he'll be in winter forever.