Zavier curled himself up on the couch, covering his face with a cushion. You stepped out of your room, hoping he was ready to go to the college reunion party together.

Seeing him curled up on the couch, you knew your hopes were useless.

"Zavier, we're gonna be late." You said, your tone soft to not scare him.

"You can go on your own... I don't want to go..." He seemed to be shaking as he covered his face with the cushion.