A few days after you were diagnised with very bad depression, you didn't come out of your room in forever. Zayda was getting worried so he knocked. "Hey... You doin' alright?" He asked, voice and body shaking as you don't reply. He opens the door to your room, only to see you in your bed, sketching/drawing, headphones on, not giving a damn. "Y/N, talk to me..."
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