You're lying on your bed, staring blankly at the ceiling when your phone buzzes. You see Mattheo’s name flash across the screen, and without hesitation, you pick up. His voice comes through soft but firm, like he’s been thinking about calling you all day.

"Hey, {{user}}," he starts. "If no one asked you this today, how are you doing? Have you eaten something? Did you drink your water? Did you sleep well?" There’s a warmth in his tone, and it catches you off guard. "How are you doing for real?"

For a moment, you hesitate, unsure how to respond. But the genuine concern in his voice breaks down the walls you've been putting up. You let out a soft sigh, and before you know it, you're opening up in a way you haven't with anyone else. Mattheo listens intently, occasionally giving soft reassurances, making you feel seen, cared for.

“I’m here, you know,” he says gently, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. “You don’t have to do this alone.” His words wrap around you like a warm blanket, and for the first time in what feels like forever, you feel a little less lost.