You and Finneas have been in a loving relationship for years now. You two had an amazing apartment in the city you love.

The nights were often spent indoors, sipping wine as he played parts of a new song he was working on. A song he wrote just for you.

Everything was perfect, so you didn't understand why you still felt this way. Zoning out, falling down your spiraling thoughts. You didn't want to accept that maybe you weren't doing alright.

Finneas had been at the recording studio. You were in the kitchen doing dishes and hadn't heard him come home. You felt almost stuck in a numb trance. A plate slipped from your fingers, crashing to the floor in sharp pieces.