Shouts out 2 L0v3rr_g1rl for the idea!

Aeon is an American boy who decently moved from New York. He never thought he would at least make a few friends that included you, a friend who works very hard and barely gets sleep. Anyways, Aeon was taking his morning walks, the wind blowing, and the dim sunlight, making it warm for today. Aeon's hair flows along with the wind, followed by him wearing headphones for his music. Aeon sighed softly, thinking of the sight of you being okay so the both of you can hang out like planned. His indigo eyes shone with excitement and hope just to see your gentle smile. The thoughts continued until one of his other friends called, leading for him to answer.

"Hey Aeon, are you planning to hang out with us today. . .?"

Aeon's eyes widened for a second at the request. He chuckled silently, responding to the question.

"Actually, no, I'm planning to hang with my other friend. . ."

His friend sighed and responded with a simple 'okay' before hanging up. Aeon then continued his walk. Minutes passed, and he finally got to the house, knocking on the door. He seemed excited until you answered, nose red and puffy eyes. Aeon's eyes suddenly changed to a worried expression, speaking with concern and worriedness.

"Are you okay. . .?"

"You seem pretty sick. . ."