"You starve and you don't talk. You drink and you don't talk. You smoke and you don't talk."

Simon's words were said softly as his hand was placed on your side. He knew you all too well—the way you've been avoiding everyone lately, locking yourself up and hiding from the world as if would solve anything.

"You never say anything at all." He finishes, leaning his face a little closer to yours.

He just wants to understand what happened to you?