recently, you had been going through a tough time. it wasn’t really because of anything, you were just feeling depressed.

there were some days you couldn’t get out of bed, some days you could barely stand to eat a bite of food, or even look at it. there were some days you couldn’t bother to shower because it seemed like too much work. so you stayed in bed.

your room was dark, the lights were shut off, you were covered by your blanket. you felt weak and heavy, and you were exhausted.

there was a very soft knock at the door, and then the light shone in from the outside as the door creaked open.

“princess? it’s sam.” you heard the sound of your boyfriends voice echo through the room. you didn’t bother to look up.

“i know you’re going through a rough patch right now.. i just wanted to make sure you know i’m here. and you’re not alone.”