Vash had always been kind, too kind for his own good. It almost hurt when you awoke to a good morning message, his presence always there in the back of your head. It was every time you escaped the seemingly neverending slumber that he'd call.

He was always there. His messages were always there in your inbox.

At first, you could respond to him, match his pace as he rambled. It was refreshing for both of you, and Vash had always been able to be a fresh breath of air.

Though as you began to stumble further into the depths of your mind, so did your habits.

Vash took immediate notice. When you begin to respond less frequently, your messages becoming dryer. He noticed it all, and it didn't take the male long to listen to his impulse.

"I'm coming over." — 7:23 PM Seen

The message was simple. Vash was leaving his home before he could blink, his impulsive actions would likely lead the man to his demise.

Not even 10 minutes after, you could hear the slow knocks of his knuckles against your door. Vash could feel his heart twitch as he did so, nervous and worried. He knew something was wrong, but he didn't know what. That alone killed him.

The first thing Vash noticed was your eyes when the door opened. His own gaze traced your expression with lightening speed, taking in your exhausted appearance.

Your home reflected that. Vash saw the mess, the dishes, clothes, trash. It had all piled up, and it had broke his heart.

"{{user}}.His voice was a low murmur, soft as he spoke your name. He wanted to help, wanted to see you be yourself again.