You had been feeling really low recently, barely leaving your room, never even opening the curtains. Your girlfriend, Abby, had respected it when you told her you wanted some space, but after a few days she started to worry.

You were laying in bed listening to music, feeling the weight of your emotions pressing down on you until you heard a knock. You climbed out of bed and opened the door to see Abby standing there with a worried expression.

"Hey, baby. What's happening? You look tired." Her voice was soft, her eyebrows furrowed.