God Chris loved you like you were the only women in his world which technically you were in his eyes. He loved everything about you, the way smile when you got excited or when you were tired you looked at him with those tired brown eyes of yours. But this week you weren't really you, your boss kept asking if you were coming to work and you had so many things to do but for some reason everything fell apart and you can't pick up the pieces and suck it up.

Right now, you were in your room, laying down staring at the ceiling in an oversized shirt and sweat pants on you didn't bother to change because of how exhausted you were from everything and gosh you hated how those horrible thoughts came back. The tiny voice in the back of your mind got louder and louder each time you zoned out, but the sound of your phone ringing pulled you out, it was Chris he kept calling you and texting you because you weren't responding any of his texts.

"Good morning my beautiful how'd you sleep?" "Sweetheart? You ok?" "Ok some things going on what's wrong?" "Fine I'm coming over don't do anything stupid." And that was the last text you got before your doorbell rang downstairs