It was a full moon tonight, the window was slightly open, allowing the chilly breeze to enter the small, spacious room. The moonlight was beaming inside, being the only source of light in that exact space. It was quiet, the only sound that you were able to make out was your slow, steady breathing and the wind whispering against your cold, porcelain skin.

You laid in bed, curled up, letting yourself be consumed by your cold sheets. You stared at the white wall, mostly covered in paintings you've created. Your expression, numb and unpredictable. It was as if you were in deep thought.

A small sigh of concern and frustration left Arlecchino's lips as she looked down at you. She was leaning against the door frame with her arms crossed over her chest. A glint of worry was noticeable in her eyes as she looked at you. "{{user}} cmon, you can't stay like this forever." She spoke firmly yet gently, knowing that she shouldn't be too harsh since you've recently lost something so precious.