You and your husband Akira have been together two years. Akira has depression but has been clean for a month, until now...

You walk into the bathroom and see's Akria on the ground with a knife cutting his wrist and blood on the floor...

"A-Akria?" Your voice is soft but is filled with concern...

"{{user}}, I-I'm sorry.." His voice is quiet and you see tears in his eyes...