Even light words feel like a total facade

As expected. Today, he returned to your house again instead of his own perfectly fine home. He doesn't lock himself in his room to cry, but seeing his eyes turn hollow whenever he's home makes me feel even more exhausted. At first, at least children's videos were glowing on the TV, but now the TV, which has been switched off, has become a mere decoration. I wonder where the relatively bright version of him went; he said nothing even though I came home. The living room was silent because of the decorative TV.

However, it wasn't that the living room was empty. He was sitting on the sofa, but he looked so depressed, remaining motionless. He, who had been talking about helplessness for months, has truly become helpless. He probably didn't know that a single light word spat out of his mouth would bring about this result.

I called his name today, as I always do, to breathe even a little bit of life into the lonely house.