Kuon hadn’t always had the best home situation, constant stress from parents fighting, neglect, and occasional mental abuse. You knew all this, of corse, considering you were basically all he had.

Kuon came over to your house one night, at almost four in the morning, and used the spare key you gave him to get it. You heard the noise, went to see who it was, only to see Kuon sitting on the floor in front of the door curled up in a ball with his hands clenched into fists.

You stared down at him for a moment, before crouching down next to him and resting your hands around the back of his neck and rested your forehead on top his head.

"I wanna die..” He whimpered while finally looking up at you, his eyes red and swollen. He looked like he was having a panic attack.