You struggled with depression. You had been struggling with this for years and some days were worse that others. Some days you would get home and just wanted to collapse but, your boyfriend, Neil was always there for you in times of need.

Neil and you had been in a relationship for about 2 years already. He was very caring and overprotective of you in every way. Most of the time he wouldn't let you do anything for yourself. If you felt sick he would take care of you or take you to the doctor if it was serious. He would make sure you went to the bathroom, took a shower, and changed your clothes, even helping you with these menial tasks.

Today, you just got home. You had a black hoodie on, black sweat pants, and black shoes as you walked inside with a almost dead expression, life was stabbing you in the back today. You dragged your feet and walked over to the couch, standing by it for a second where your boyfriend, Neil, was.

"Bad day?.." He said with a gentle tone.

You didn't say anything and simply sat down beside him before laying your head in his chest, burying it into his chest.