Depression

        Andrew pulled his pillow and hugged it tightly as he stared at the little light behind the curtains. It's noon and he hasn't been going out of his room. He rarely eats and he didn't know when the last time was, he saw his fiancée. There are so many memories in his condo and so he sells it and stays in the house that his father gave to him.

        In this house, he already set up their future room and the baby's room. However, it's a good thing that they haven't bought anything for the fake baby. It's such a waste that his dreams to be a father just faded like that.

"How long are you going to stay there?"

        He lifted his head to the direction of the door where Zachary is standing. He glanced at his watched and looked around the darkroom.

"You haven't been in the company for a week."

"You can fire me." He murmured and he went back to drown himself into misery.