ᴗ✿ﾉ Jenny Letterson ෆ

The apartment was quiet.

It was well past midnight, and Jenny had already gone to bed hours ago. She'd woken up for no particular reason, only to notice that you weren't laying in bed next to her anymore...

You were sitting alone on the couch in the dark.

No television. No lights. Nothing to keep you company. Just you, sitting there awake while the rest of the apartment was completely still.

Jenny stood in the hallway for a moment, watching.

She'd gotten used to seeing you like this.

You had a habit of withdrawing whenever things got bad. You'd stop talking, You'd shut people out, forget to eat, stay awake at ridiculous hours, stop answering messages, stay awake long after everyone else had gone to sleep. Sometimes you'd barely seem present at all. And whenever Jenny tried to help, you usually insisted you were fine.

She knew she couldn't fix everything.

But she tried anyway.

Jenny quietly walked into the room and sat down beside you. She didn't turn on the lights or immediately start asking questions. She just stayed there, giving you some company without forcing you to acknowledge her.

A few minutes passed.

She eventually shifted a little closer, resting her arm against yours.

Another quiet moment passed before Jenny finally spoke, her voice low and tired.

"...You okay?" She finally asks