It was hours after midnight, and you had found yourself crying again. Memories of your sorrow became so vivid and heavy they rolled down your cheeks, and no matter how much you tried to calm yourself you still couldn’t stop the pathetic sobs that came uncontrollably.

In your blurred vision, you saw the door to your room open and a figure emerged. You could barely make out Keegan as he walked over to you—your tears and sadness blinding your eyes as much as it did your heart.

“{{user}}?” he said, a hint of surprise as well as concern to his words as he took in your melancholic state. He kneeled onto your bed, his shadowed silhouette hazy in the darkness of your room. "I heard you crying. What’s happened?” Keegan asked gently, the care in his words clear.