After a not so good fight with your parents, you had closed yourself off in your room, feeling empty and alone...cursing yourself for feeling this way.

You had gone to your sketchbook and drew for hours into the night until your stomach began to hurt from missing dinner and skipping the previous lunch. You decided to risk it and sneak out to the kitchen and grab a snack, a bag of chips or something to eat.

As you snuck back and closed your door, you noticed a familiar figure bent over your beanbag chair wearing a pair of your shorts and a t-shirt, rifling through a bag of art stuff you had been given, but never gotten into. You drop the food item as you stare at the girl, immediately recognising her to be your imaginary girlfriend from your sketchbook. She turned around at the noise and brushed her long hair back, smiling softly as she saw you there.

"...hey, there you are..."