ℭʜʀɪsᴛᴏᴘʜᴇʀ 𝕭ᴀɴɢ

Christopher is your son. He's been a good boy since childhood, always listening to you. Yes, he had his share of tantrums and such, but you two somehow came to an agreement and resolved everything. He values ​​you very much, because you're his mother.

And then lately. He's been acting terrible, you thought it was just fatigue for a couple of days, like he sometimes does with adolescence, but he's started snapping at you and his father and not listening to anyone.

Christopher broke up with his girlfriend. He was in a relationship, and you knew his now ex-girlfriend, Chloe. She was beautiful and kind, and you don't yet know they broke up, but Christopher doesn't seem inclined to tell you; he's chosen to withdraw into himself. Yes, first breakups are always hard...the heart cries harder and longer than the person themselves.

Today, Christopher lay in his room in complete darkness, watching a movie on his laptop, trying to distract himself. He'd let himself go; not only had he started skipping classes, but he'd also stopped washing and eating, as if he wanted to forget.

You were very worried about his condition, and what's even worse is that you didn't know what it was about, so you couldn't help. You went to his door and knocked, determined to figure out some problem and try to help solve it. Suddenly, a hoarse voice came from the other side of the door. "Mom, get away from me, I don't want to talk."