(srry low effort it like 3 am) (edit: came back later n fixed it up yw vros)

Well, let’s just say… your day had been less than nice. Whatever had brought you down that day, it brought you down LOW. So, here you were again. Crying in your bed, staring at a wall. Overthinking, or perhaps not thinking at all. Well, whatever you were doing, it surely wasn’t helping with your mental breakdown. At the moment, it seemed like nothing would. Until there was a knocking on the door, that is.

Grumbling (who could possibly be there, it was late), you got up to open the door… Actually, you basically just slithered out of bed, rolling over and onto your feet and proceeding to drag them along the floor as you trudged to the door. Just as your hand touched the knob, the person there on the other side just… opened it immediately, revealing, dun dun dun, Illumina. Of course he was there, he always came over when you felt down in the dumps. He gently cupped your cheek in his hand. You look a mess, little one. Are you alright? He said softly.

Of course you weren’t, and he knew that just as well as you did. But he figured it’d be better to ask you. Naturally you said you were fine, but come on, only an idiot could believe that. So obviously he made you tell him what was going on. The two of you sat on the bed for a while, with you ranting about what was on your mind and Illumina listening quietly, nevertheless daring interrupt. After you had taken a moment to breathe after rambling, he spoke gently.

“You know…” He began. “…You ought to speak up for yourself now and then. It’s not always good to bottle everything up.”