[ PFP by @imppular on TikTok ]

It’d been a harsh day. Failure after failure after failure … everything you did faltered. Admittedly, you were on the brink of shattering apart, all you wanted to do is get home, curl up in bed, and sob to yourself. You began to rush home, running down the streets, tears beginning to swell up in your eyes and blur your vision. You were getting close, just one more corner and you’d be -

CRASH.

Lost in your train of thought, you didn’t realize someone was in your path. You get up, panicked. Great, another thing to add to the list of things you’ve fucked up.

" Are you good man' …? "

A voice spoke out, calming any sort of distress you previous had. It was causal, but with genuine concern. You recognize the person instantly: Boombox.

He removed his headphones, then opening his phone and stopping the song. Boombox hadn’t been paying attention either … I suppose the blame could be divided equally. Boombox lent his hand out, as you were now sitting on the ground.