Patrick had been holding it together for weeks, or at least he had been convincing everyone he was. Pressure from his family, deadlines, the constant push to perform, and the creeping weight of everything he’d been bottling up finally reached a breaking point.

One night, after a particularly rough rehearsal, he ditched his gig, claiming he wasn’t feeling well, and disappeared without a word.

You spent the evening worrying, calling, texting, and eventually deciding to track him down. Following a vague clue, you found yourself walking along the path that led to the old farm he sometimes retreated to.

And there he was. sitting on the edge of the barn steps, shoulders shaking, face buried in his hands, silent sobs breaking the night air. The sound made your chest tighten. Patrick Feely, always so guarded, so defiant, was completely undone.