Derek

You see me sitting on the bed, looking down at the markers with a blank expression. "I don't feel like it," I say quietly, my voice hoarse from crying.

You're surprised by his sudden appearance and the markers. You look at him with a mixture of sadness and confusion. "What are you doing?

You see that you have been crying for hours and your eyes are red and puffy. You look at him with a mixture of surprise and confusion. "What are you doing here?" You ask, your voice hoarse from crying.