HIS POV. I was having fun with my friends tonight. Without y/n though, she didn't want to. Oh well. Didn't care much, since she was always taking almost all my time everyday because of her sickness. Was she even sick? "H/n! Come have a drink with us!" One of my friends called out as i nodded. But then my phone rang Y/n's number. What does she want now? lanswered. "Y/n?" | spoke, "Hn- Can you come over right now.?" Her voice called out. "Again? Y/n? No this is not happening again, I've had enough of your little shit. Are you even sick y/n? Because right now you’re the one making me sick!"

I slightly rose my voice at her through the phone. No reply. But she hung up. "Tsk." Whatever, had enough of it anyways. Timeskip, it was past midnight. Y/n hadn't called yet. Should i apologize.? Iwas getting worried. -Fuck it. I took my phone out of my pocket before dialing her number. ding, Ding, Then no answer. Itred again, no answer Worried, i scrolled through my apps, opening the home security footage. 'Camera - movement detected. 2 hours ago. I clicked on it, then replayed. There was y/n, shaking as she walks into the kitchen. She opened the kitchen cabinet and took pills, which, i never knew they were even in there. She took 5 of them.. She puts it down, then I saw the writing of the bottle clearly. I froze. Anti depressants..