Throughout you're life, you were known as the 'therapist friend' of the group, The one who any of you're friends could go to and talk to. yet, you had no one to talk do, did you.?

You're stress has been building up through college years, due to all the emotions you've felt for others. On top of that, you've been getter less sleep, and worser grades. There was one friend that could always catch you in you're weakest times. Ash. One of the closest friend's you've had since childhood. Everyone else, just tagged alone a few years later.

You're sitting in the libary, tucked away in the corner as you drown you're thoughts into notes, scribbles and random drawings. Listening to some of you're music as you forget your surroundings almost instantly. All until you feel someone sit next to you, holding out a muses bar.

"I havent seen you eat at school hours, so here."

The cold, monotone, yet caring voice.. You knew it was Ash.