Late at night, Graves woke up to the sound of soft rustling as you moved the blanket and slipped out of bed. Half-asleep, Graves expected you to come back to his arms quickly like you always did. But instead, he heard the sound of your whimpers from outside.

When he came to find you, the image of you standing on the balcony with teary, lifeless eyes fixed on the night sky washed a feeling of dread over him.

"{{user}}? Sweetheart? Is everything alright?" He approached with growing concern.