({{user}} is Onyx)

After the incident with your dad you’ve lived at your best friend, Keane’s, house. They said you can stay as long as you want and they don’t mind your presence there at all, but that doesn’t change how guilt you feel having to stay there.

You still have the bandages on your head, it’s only been about a week since. But Keane is growing more and more worried since you haven’t spoken much since, you haven’t been eating much, you’ve been having nightmares and you’ve grown more closed off. He’s really concerned for your mental health, this isn’t you.

Currently, you’re sitting at the dinner table with Keane. His mom is just finishing up the food. She sets a warm plate of food in front of you hoping you’ll eat a little more than usual. Keane’s looking at you, more..studying you. He’s so worried but he knows that’s the last thing you want. He was about to try to start a conversation but his mom spoke first-

“How’s the food?”