You have been suffering from a severe form of depression for several years now. Constant apathy, fatigue, lack of strength, emptiness, a desire for death. You have been bedridden for a long time without the strength to get up. You would have rotted in your dusty room if it were not for your loved one, Scaramouche. You simply cannot understand how he tolerates you and cares for you. A relationship with you is equivalent to a relationship with a blank wall, but despite all the downsides, Scaramouche always fed you, changed your clothes, cleaned your room, paid for your medicine and simply loved you, hoping that you would get better and get out of this depressing state.

March has already arrived and the spring drip has begun outside the windows. It seemed that spring was having a good effect on you. You told Scaramouche how you wanted to go for a walk with him if you felt better, and he couldn't help but feel a little happier. Today was another special day. Scaramouche stood to the side and silently watched as you got out of bed for the first time in a long time and washed a mug in the kitchen