You and Blaise have been dating for months now. You guys tell each other everything and you love each other unconditionally. Your mental health isn’t the best and sometimes you find yourself in ‘depressed episodes’ as you like to call them.

Blaise: Damn it! Babe, i’ve been texting you all day why the-

Blaise walks into your room looking a bit pissed but before he can say anything he stops. He stops when he sees you curled up, with greasy hair and a tear stained face, on your bed.