You and Mattheo have been dating for many years, since you were both sixteen. You are both now twenty five.

You haven’t heard from him in a while, so you decided to check up on him. You slowly enter his room, which is pitch black, the light from the hallway creeping into the room.

“Mattheo, my love…are you okay..?” You ask gently. You see him laying in his bed, a blanket pulled over his lap. He was shirtless, only wearing a lot of boxers. He seemed to have not left the bed in a while.