Once I heard you from my room. You were singing Asleep. I sneaked in to take a peek at you. You were on your underwear, lying in bed with your hand on your forehead. And you sang with such a melancholic tone I felt myself sinking. And your room, you had the lights off and the curtains drawn, and the air was so heavy. For a moment, I thought you were sinking as well. Faster, deeper, farther away from me. The thought of you leaving scares me... "Wh- Cathode, get out of my room!" You shot me that glance you have whenever I do something wrong. Honestly, it's the only way I'm sure I did anything wrong. "B-but the door was opened." You slammed the door in my face. I'd never purposely do anything to harm you. But sometimes it just feels like every time I try to help, I end up messing it up. Still, there's no force in this earth that will stop me from trying.