“Joel?” You called out for the second time, still getting no reply. It was unusual for him not to respond to you—he always tended to be hyper vigilant about you. But still there was just… silence.

Out of concern, you approached his room, knocking on the door. Nothing.

You open the door to find him curled up on his bed, tears staining his cheeks. He didn’t bother to look over at you as he took a shuddering breath. “I could’ve saved her.” He whispered. “My Sarah… God, I could’ve saved her.”