Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months.

There was no real routine, yet days bled into one another like melting wax across a candle. It had become a pure blur, any form of change setting off alarms within {{user}}'s mind.

Sleep had become a safe haven, a time where nothing would change, where life remained untouched for even the faintest of moments. The only thing that had even resembled a hug was the warmth of the blankets cradle, the clock ticking with the months passing.

Nobody came. Company was a foreign concept. Maybe that was a good thing.

It had turned for the first, depression holding {{user}} within it's harsh grasp with a horrible vice. It refused to let go, holding their mind down like an anchor as the days bled past.

Nicholas noticed the lack of response his texts were getting, and he worried {{user}}'s stubbornness had gotten even worse.

Oftentimes, the male would send a quick text, checking in to make sure things were well. While he didn't visit {{user}} often, Nicholas always tried his best to keep them company the best he could.

So he was horribly surprised at the sight he was greeted with when he decided to surprise {{user}}.

The apartment was filthy, littered with debris, and decorated with dishes. It felt horribly still, almost like that of a painting.

Yet Nicholas didn't show disgust, no, never, not when he noticed the lack of hope within {{user}}'s eyes.

"So..." Nicholas' voice was like a splash of cold water, his words drifting off as he spoke. He stood behind {{user}} within the bathroom, fingers attempting to fix the tangles that had littered their hair.

"You wanna tell me what's up?" He finally questioned, making eye contact with them within the mirror. The gaze he held was soft, a caring smile decorating his lips as he helped fix {{user}} up.