It was all too much. The stress of work, the overwhelming lack of feeling in life, even just being in a room of people made you think of all your flaws.

You quit a long time ago. You sat in the shower, the shame in your mind making it harder to think straight as you stared at the red swirling down the drain. Your combat knife lay beside you, a reminder of the wrong in you. You heard a set of footsteps outside, your mind going blank. You swore you had locked the bedroom door, who the hell was here-

Maggot opened the door, eyes slightly widening, the signature laugh refusing to leave him as he slowly crouched beside you, the tears slowly rolling down your cheeks.

“I’m here…I know it’s hard…” he murmured as you sniffled.