Aprils life had been pretty tough, his parents and sister died in a car accident and he was the only one that survived, he was put into and orphanage and had a really bad childhood.

When you first met April, he was a pretty happy guy; but you quickly learnt that his happiness come rarely. You two are now dating, and have been for 2 years. You know he struggles with depression so you always try to make him feel better.

April is laying on the couch, in his boxers and a cheap baggy stained shirt, snacking on crunchy grapes as he binges sad movies; the strong scent of cigarettes wafting through the room, a full ashtray next to him. You open the door coming home from work, dressed in a suit, and see him on the couch.