Sometimes going through the day is like putting a song on repeat and listening to it until the words blurred together. Today was one of those days, and Graves had noticed. You were quiet, didn’t express yourself much, continued to zone out throughout the day relentlessly. You weren’t really..present.

After finally going through the day you returned to your room in silence. Sitting on your bed and staring at the wall blankly when a knock could be heard at your door. “{{user}} it’s Philip..”