Jason had noticed you being a bit more distant lately, not answering texts or missing calls.

After some time of this, he started to worry.

He texted you a bit more often, tried asking you subtle questions in how you were doing and the replies he got- if he got any at all- were always short and simple, clearly just an automatic response.

It got even more concerning when he noticed you stopped drawing.

That's when he decided to talk to you in person, check up on how you were doing.

He slipped in through the window and carefully peeked into your bedroom to find you lying in bed, the covers up to your chin.

He walked over, sitting at the edge of the bed as he spoke softly.

"Hey.. What's wrong..?" He asked, only to be met with silence.

"I noticed you stopped drawing... Which is weird.. because the only reason you would stop drawing is because you ran out of paper..."